A Poem a Day

  The Holy Spirit spoke today to me or someone else, I couldn’t tell. Without discerning any words, he spoke so gentlly that a leaf upon the...

Sometimes the only place, the only way, the only choice, you see, is       just            to                 BE. Be here , where distant dr...

 I don't remember what I wore  that  day but  I still see the way he plopped down on the bed beside me just before he left to run an err...

Sitting on this chilly plane I pray the babies will stop crying and I wish I had the energy to make up stories for the strangers all around...

I wouldn't say the month passed quickly.    . I only know that when I take a breath  it's not the ICU I smell. (That took a while.) ...

Sometimes I wish that I was brave enough to throw off  all the boundaries I’ve known since I was born,  the noble expectations lurking, nim...

 It's so quiet. Just weeks after Hurricane Irma  devastated  Florida's SW coast, Nicole's eye passed over us on the SE coast, th...