Online Fatigue

The gulf between digital natives and latecomers grows shorter by the hour, our home and work-life                   now accustomed to strangers taking up space. The need to feel, absorb the presence of someone who cares no less diminished, diluted inside. This original poem is about the gap we feel, as spiritual beings, between meeting in person,Continue reading “Online Fatigue”

From Summer to Winter, we grow

A bare-boned tree in winter may pale beside one in all its summer glory. But I notice the birds are no less appreciative of finding a place to perch, to take food placed out for them, filtering through the day’s offerings. Their small movements remind me the Kingdom of God is built on MOVEMENT. OnContinue reading “From Summer to Winter, we grow”