An inch-high miracle. That’s what ten-year-old Natalie Lehman noticed as she was digging holes to plant new trees in Grand Lake, Colorado in July: a…Read more
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by Julie Harrison We are the wild things a tangle of creatures creeping, crawling a flash of birds shrieking, calling a rush of spirits shimmering,…Read more
Dear God, Who are You?
by Julie Harrison
Dear God, who are you?
Are you sky or mist or stone? (more…)
by Wendell Wiebe-Powell
Somewhere between the two…listening and truth telling…sighting the moon through the aperture of a strange tree in the woods…this poem began to stir.
For in [Christ] all the fullness of God was pleased to dwell, and through him God was pleased to reconcile to himself all things, whether on earth or in heaven, by making peace through the blood of his cross.Colossians 1:19 - 20