Faith is like a Shimmering Veil – by Jane Beal
Faith is like a shimmering veil. You can’t see through it. It’s like a cold shower. It wakes you up early and makes you shout, “O God!” Faith is like running on the sand...
Finally home – by Hiba Zafran
Finally home
Watching someone dig a grave, you realize the ground can teach us the importance of the willingness to receive.
Last month, mangled heart in hand, I had apprehensively moved across the planet for a...
The Body: A Barometer – by Jennifer Schaeffer
The Body: A Barometer
It has been said that there are seven wonders of the world. I think one was left off the list; the human body. It is the greatest wonder of all. When...
BOXING UP THE SELF
Resistance really is futile! I spent much of my life resisting the way the world operates: a seemingly impervious place where people are in general, ground down. But I haven’t won peace of mind...
A Sense of Self in Hope – by Mary Curran
Hope
By Mary Curran
“May I help?” he asked.
I half turned and noted his accent, Northern European, a thin handsome face, a black over coat, a brief case. He stepped beside me on the street just...
HaTikvah – by Aviva Derenowski
The Israeli national hymn is called “Hatikvah” which translates as “The Hope.” It expresses the hope of the Jewish people to settle in Israel, and make it their home, after an exile of two...
Stalking Anacrusis, Staying Upbeat – by Laurie Klein
“Ana-what-sis,” you ask?
Also translated “upbeat,” anacrusis signifies a pickup or lead-in: the notes and/or words preceding a song’s downbeat, like the “A” in “Amazing Grace,” or the initial, unstressed syllable(s) before a poem’s meter...
Mudslide – by Janette Kennedy
Danger brings us here, where the experts smile and say, “Just a little more time.” In their swagger, we let our secret seed out into the open, to bloom. It is a strong plant,...
The 10 Aspirations – by Alison McBain
I. I am one truth of many. Thou shalt respect all gods and religions, not just one.
II. Thou shalt not eschew those who make a carved image of faith, for I am a loving...
The Past is Glass, Turpentine, Rags: A Garden of Love
They think they love God! It is only his old clothes—of which they make scarecrows for the children. Where will they come nearer to God than in these very children?
—Henry David Thoreau, Journal (Nov...