The “wounded surgeon” works while I’m awake And only by compassion does not break The heart which beat so steady yet so dead While severed
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Pruned: A Parable
In a garden in the desert there was a tree. She was beautiful, lush and healthy and growing with a swiftness unknown to most desert
The Sacrifice (Part 2)
Mrs. Mendall filled another cup with lukewarm coffee and exhaled heavily. The hours on her feet were not as kind as they once had been,
The Aisle
I have walked down the aisle many times throughout my life: when leading a children’s processional, rushing to a band practice, or walking with dignity
Morning Music
There is a peculiar cadence to my morning routine. My mom pointed this out a few days ago, and I’ve found it to be a
A Blessing for Identity
May I never say I was once a singer,But only ever that I was and am. And may I never say I was a runner,
