"I am a former university English instructor, a psychotherapist and pastoral counselor who has refocused on furthering my Biblical studies. My work has appeared worldwide and in a chapbook Spirit Echoes and in a full-length book Contemplative Persona."
Heading west, toward wind-whipped wheat, sun-seared barley, queen-of-the-prairie peace While crimson and bronze, plum and blue ribbons tie up heavenly gifts, the evening grace of light and shadow covering
His hand burnt toast in mine, sturdy with a master builder’s blisters, a minion comforter’s touch that leads my tenderfoot faith through the strait garden gate, along the narrow way chosen
Beyond the swept threshing floor of a splintered grey granary, across slick silver train tracks, past cinder soot freight yard, Through the green door of a whitewashed dairy, inside the welcomed fresh rush of palpable coolness
Placing our petitions on the brown counter, heady with ripe vanilla, rich chocolate, raw butter, We wait and watch the procession of scarlet-capped bottles lined-up, filthy, in need of filling with hot water; their dross purged, they sparkle precious promises
Walking east, toward hearthstone haven, lambent oil lamp, loaded with love gifts offered on the fireboard, prepared for yellow morn: our meal of sweet cereal with cream poured frothy and thick Seasoned by a swell of indwelling spirit, the appeal of amber church bells testifying blessed assurance of new birth
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