Walking through Cambridge, inspiration is difficult to avoid. My apologies to those on the sidewalk who had to go around me as I stopped to
My phone storage is full due to my incessant note-taking…although I carry a notebook on me constantly, I somehow still find bits of poetry, philosophical
I might just sit here for a bit. Here, where I am at once everyone and no one. Where I can hear men talking, dog-walking.
Let me premise this by saying that this is not intentionally about death and I am not dying (except to get out of school). Once
We are mariners, mariners we, made for the land, parted from sea from that second day and still – striving as on the earth to
Easter morn rose grey with fog -anticipation hid- No dawn’s light to testify to what the Savior did. . Still we know and sing aloud