The Rocks Cry Out

A great ring of pure & endless light Dazzles the darkness in my heart And breaks apart the dusky clouds of night. The end of all is hinted in the start. When we are born we bear the seeds of blight; Around us life & death are torn apart, Yet a great ring of...

No Place to Lay His Head

This piece is a reflection on John 8 where Jesus says, “Foxes have dens, and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay His head.”   The experience of being outside of a community of believers has left me feeling lonely and isolated.   One day...