I do not want to be made white like snowWhich covers and conceals there still belowThe dark and dirt of this our hard-packed earth;It blankets
Plowing the streets was necessary,But it leaves me, though safer, sad.In that unblemished blanket from heaven’s stores,I saw for the first time, at last,The gleaming,
“To me it seems rather Christlike to be as unadorned as this place is, as little regarded.” – Gilead
*The following is a paper written as part of my master’s coursework. The research and thought that generated this paper have had a profound impact
Several of my Advent poems have been published by Agape Review, a newer Christian literary journal. Below is a link to one that has really
Recently, I had the joy of writing on my favorite carol for Deus ex Musica, a fantastic publication and resource for musicians, ministers, and students.