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...
As a teenager I used to wonder… by Bruce Black
As a teenager I used to wonder if I had faith and would pray to God uttering prayers that spoke of my faith using the words of my father and his father—Blessed are you,...
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...
Scarred By Breast Cancer – by Diana Raab
At the age of forty-seven, my annual mammogram came back abnormal. After many consults, opinions, and tears, I opted for a mastectomy and reconstruction. Luckily, my type of cancer was DCIS (Ductal Carcinoma in...
Transformed by Writing – by Diana Raab
I wish I had known how brave I actually was on the day my grandmother committed suicide. I was ten years old when she overdosed on sleeping pills in my childhood home. Like any...
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...
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,...
Buoyed by a Bloom – by Anne Peek
I was startled into hope by a sturdy bloom. In a murky week filled with fatigue, overwhelm and heartache, I bought a small pot of Gerbera daisies, bright raspberry red to cheer me up....
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...
Saga of a dropout doper
At the age of 15 I decided I was going to be a writer. I loved books, and writing them seemed to be the greatest thing in the world to do. Now after eight...