All the Wonders

I sit down to write And no words come. I am tired, Discouraged, Overwhelmed by the never-ending Reports of disasters and tragedies....

This morning, I found a secret message written in the fresh snow of the street. I came upon it backwards -- right to left -- and so...

When I feel despair about The way things are Or hopeless about What is to come. When I feel lost, No longer sure of the paths I am to...

Where is our hope? Love is our joy, our purpose, our anchor, our hope.