Witness
by Marci Madary My desk faces the back of our third-floor condo where I frequently gaze over my computer screen into the branches of all...
The Wonders of Worry
by Marci Madary Worry wakes me at four in the morning. Worry walks with me and my dog. Worry refuses to wash off my hands, even with...
Gift of Darkness
What if darkness isn’t something to fear, but a requirement? What if relaxing into the long night is the secret? I have sat alone in...
A Widow Poem
Is a widow ever not a widow anymore? Is a mother ever not a mother? Even if, God forbid, all her children die? In the sensation of the...
Amazing Grace
Originally penned by a slave-ship captain, a confession of sorts; this, his prayer of praise for a conversion of heart. Something struck...