Cold Air of January
Covered in winter clouds light rain falls on the valley, dripping from bare trees to the hard skin of concrete. I count prayers in tens,
January 29, 2022
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Covered in winter clouds light rain falls on the valley, dripping from bare trees to the hard skin of concrete. I count prayers in tens,
Tender is the birth of joy. Though the lies of fear disturb, innocence will not betray us. As we move from dark to light look
Quietly night slips away into the western peace of starlight and dreams. As day rises with bruised faith the shadows of discontent can consume the
a kaddish for Tony Kennell There is healing in the tide and the energy beside the sea, yet I’m on short rations here in the
On a cold November morning the sounds of the wind and rushing tide awaken me amidst the silent trees. Winter here is closing in and