“We – suddenly, like sometimes the moon, are full” because we know the promise of fallen leaves, the winter grass […]

I am under the shadow of death. The shadow my friend has cast by his own death too soon visited […]

It is Sunday morning.  I am driving from The Laurel Highlands through Ligonier through Derry through Blairsville past Homer City […]

The rain and wind have visited the trees once too often — the branches nearly bare. The ground covered in […]

This late October rain and mist and fallen  leaves like the grains of sand on a beach is prelude to […]

Sometimes I feel the streams of memory overflowing the banks of any containment I have erected to keep past dreams […]

When hunting, I think about the natureof waiting, how much of my lifeis taken by it. How here in the […]

The mists rose from patches of pines like prayer incense rising, disappearing     as words thinned and the burden of the […]

There is a destination to arrive at on Thursday and that affects what I will do today. The argument could […]

I have heard you play the harp  and sing when the spirit of the Shaper has entered you and know […]