Psalm 148

Psalm 148

It’s just a collection of vapor.     We call it rain – sometimes a storm. But it’s just a gathering of steam, an unquestioning retreat of moisture. Each molecule has its part     to play in an unending dance. I […]

Psalm 143

Psalm 143

There’s a creeping haze when you’re lost. It sets in softly at first. “Shouldn’t there be a trail marker?” “I thought the landmark was here.” Then panic is a wakened child. Frantic bees in your rib-cage signal to your infant […]