You are the haunting owl cries rolling over a quiet olive grove when I cannot sleep […]
“Do you miss England?” you ask, or “Does Canada feel like home?” and my tongue and […]
How did these woods I’m walking survive such a winter? How can they ever hope to […]
To be clear, God, When I say “I am yours” What I really mean is this: […]
And so gratitude grows up like a rose among the thorns. This is all there is. […]