Hurting Humans Have His Heart

Bulbul songs in syncopation, dove moans sifting down from trees, coucal riffs descending, rhyming, roosters greeting dawn with glee, I’m surrounded by the music harmonies of melodies. In it all I find I’m waiting for the One who talks to me. While I’m waiting, here comes stillness, then a distant toddler’s shout and the noiseContinue reading “Hurting Humans Have His Heart”

On a Thread

It’s a quick walk on a fine thread, this gift of life, this privilege of breath and beating heart and strength to step ahead. So many disappear, flash out of sight, thread cut off before its final length unwinds. We shout “no!” and cry, and move along, subdued, with more awareness of the dangers, rightContinue reading “On a Thread”