Poetry

Winter Hymnal for a Sunday Morning Said Eucharist Surrounded by a silence that only a stone Cathedral encapsulates we hear music. The rhythmic clink and …

This Christmas will be different. We’ll congregate once more inside a warm beautiful stone Church and we’ll do all that we haven’t when we were …

This summer I shall stand under a archway of pine trees and listen as the wind whistles through the branches. I shall stand on the …

Where do I place in someone’s heart?  As a sister, a wife , a mother or a friend? I may never really know.  What about …