Reclaim.

I like the opening lines of Williamson’s poem… but before I just into the why, let me say this. I don’t know about you, but I don’t question my inadequacy. And I don’t need anyone to tell me that I am. I feel and fear it pretty fully. All Humanity is inadequate.  We are all ...

grief for the Holy Child

a sword would pierce my side, he said. he spoke nothing of my heart. how it would be ripped apart seeing Him hung, dangle on that tree, listening to blasphemy hurled upon my Boy. to them, His pain was politics. the death of a Dream. a Man who gave dinner. a Leader. a Sinner. a ...