Category: poems


The Eyes of God don’t see


You don’t see, do you. You can’t see what a stupid plan this is. Don't open the door. Stay in heaven. Helping people will only infuriate the power structures of the church. This year, before you do the whole swaddling clothes bit, think it through. Emmanuel is a generous offer...

bird with red


Birds are as close to angels as I can imagine a being to be. Wings wide -long and loud, with eyes sharp - brash and unyielding. I have never really connected to the Holy Spirit as a dove like the doves outside my window growing up at Dove Haven, that...