My Very Little Faith

1. As it turns out I have A Very Little Faith. Perhaps I am a product of my human father who believed personal greatness was achieved through his tenacious hard work. Having a false humility, showing off A Very Big Faith, I saw that it was one that didn’t fundamentally change his character. Not really. This…

The Offering. (A poem about our words being an offering)

I have always known that words have power to disappoint and even threaten. They so often offend and injure, colliding with others perceptions of me, of themselves, of life together in this messy place. And words heal, offered as a rich confession that brings one to the edge of truth and back again to our plain old…