Poetry
He Came to Die
He came in grace and lowliness He came from heaven high He came in love and holiness And yet, He came to die.
November 5th – The Cross
For You, the One delighted in Becoming One despised For You, the praise of Israel Receiving mocking scorn
Here In The Footsteps
Here in the footsteps of the journey Here in the moments of the day Here in the waiting and the yearning How can the wand'rer find the way?
Leaf
Lattice-work, letting in the sun in dappled glory
Fireflies
A firefly could make me cry, as in the evening dim he flies...
The Call
I hear the call, feel the pull, from places far below To journey down, turn around, give up sword and bow.