The Card Up Our Sleeves
Sometimes when I think of Jesus my heart swells into a tear, a solitary drop of the purest intimacy- to where does it flow? to whom does it not? Coyotes howling in the night- they understand me. They speak the language that has no grammar. Souls congregate in a darkness punctuated by lonesome howling. Jesus walks among them- softly. Presence can ignite a fire. Our world is a negotiation with premises, unrelenting- but a Silence […]