Duck Calls
A lone Mallard sits at the crest of the metal church roof quacking. Making such a racket as the sun breaks into the sky, I wonder if he...
On Retreat
It quite impossible to contemplate Christ’s crucifixion on this gentle May morn. Doesn’t sorrow find each human life and too soon? Should...
Empty Womb, Empty Tomb
Barren. Such a harsh word for a painful reality. Considered one of the three greatest sufferings in Ancient Israel. No consolation able...
