His Plan, or My Plan?

(September 2002) The ironies: who goes, who stays; the golds and grays that laminate our days— I give them now to you: you know the purpose in your ways. I see you gathering tears into a jar, squeezed out of losses and the griefs that are our daily bread as we compute the damage, nearContinue reading “His Plan, or My Plan?”

The Place of Ultimate Protection

I hold onto this, Lord! Living inside your love I move within a world protected not that I am never wounded but that you keep me safe from ultimate harm from all malignant and pernicious evil. Inside the loving kindness of your heart I’m held where goodness is my atmosphere and tenderness the song thatContinue reading “The Place of Ultimate Protection”