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

This is a poem about the waiting, and how it longs often impatiently.

There are all types of moms in this world. Ones who don’t get flowers, ones who don’t want to celebrate the day. Let us be gentle on all...

I wade in waters that surround me, I slush through like a hunter in the forest. Though leaves fall by my side, though shivers reach my...

So, today it happened. The dreaded day of me overhearing my daughter sounding exactly like me in an argument. Now, tell me this six...

Look to the mountain on each side of you, This sin that, though not seen, can be felt. The grimy flesh that clouds my mind, Praise to the...