Sweet and Simple Things of Life
Sweet and Simple Things of Life
This season, my thoughts have been lingering on Mary. Not the serene, halo-lit Mary we often picture in nativity scenes—but a real, young girl. Engaged. Dreaming of her wedding day. Looking ahead to her future with anticipation and excitement. I…
(This past Sunday, the sermon in church was based on Psalm 139. I wrote this poem while re-reading this passage and mulling over it.) In my mother’s womb, you formed me with care,Knitting me together with precision so rare.You made…
When I was in college, studying to be a Physiotherapist, a classmate once asked me, “Why do you call it ‘good’ Friday when your God died that day?” This was an excellent question for me – someone who wanted to…
