This is a poem about learning to call on God as a Father.

Ash Wednesday is the first day of Lent.

I have ever felt like Job, Faithful in my eagerness, Faithful in my gratitude. Acknowledging God’s grace can be corrective, Acknowledging life’s lonely roads can be protective.   I have ever felt like Job, Faithful in my happenstance, Faithful to carry on. Acknowledging God’s hedges of protection, Acknowledging God’s tests and assessments.   I have ever felt like Job, Faithful in my appearances, Faithful in God’s order. Acknowledging God has plans for me, Acknowledging not un

Autumn has turned its leaves into wine. Aged with wooden vines, flavored with cedar and pine. Morning dew beads the autumn vines, where buried roots drink and intertwine. Pine needles fall where old tree branches, rot. Cold mornings smell of earthworms and wet rocks. Though the creek is shallow, she’s still holding her breath. The moths grow weak and weary searching for death. The cold beckons seclusion, year after year, as I draw inward, God warms up my tears. Words, like ri

World Communion Sunday is celebrated annually on the first Sunday of October.