The Book

Through the pages of a worn out book I long to take just one more look Faded cover, edges frayed Tears stain the words, from where I’ve prayed… Still, all its v...

The Arrival

 This is dedicated to all our children! I wait in joyful expectation You’re arrival I long to see Nine long months until we know Are you a he or a she…? Days, w...

Sparrow

   (Photo by Bob O’Neill, 1992) As I scanned through some pictures today on a friend’s timeline, one in particular caught my eye. It was a picture of...

Dr. Jesus

  Lying in a hospital bed not given hope to live The specialists shake their heads, there’s nothing more we can give. The little boy lies motionless, eyes ...

The Light

How dark is darkness? It’s black and void… There’s no sight; no sound No light to lead the way… Searching for what, we cannot say… For we’ve never seen the ligh...

Trust

Let me ask you something… Have you ever been on a road trip and suddenly find that you have no idea where you are? Your GPS has stopped working and the charge, ...

The Remnant

Cut away from the whole, is the remnant That piece that will not be discarded, it will not rot, nor fray It is the part that will remain, come what may… When pe...