Rilke says to celebrate the questions. 1. A truth has circled me like a persistent fly, zooming in close and then away again. When I stare straight at it, it becomes momentarily clear. Then suddenly it’s gone disappearing into thin air. The truth hurts almost as much as my perception of my Being Broken has wounded me, at […]
God’s Whisper. [A poem]
Very early in the morning before the sun is up and hours before there is noise in my sleeping house, I rise. As I creep down the stairs, I hope that no-one hears them creak loudly. After I have made the blackest coffee, it sits hot and comforting between my cold hands. I sip it as I sit, read and pray. Pondering […]
