I saw the towering snowbanks on the side of our yard roads a bright yellow hazard tape around the cold white walls a bit loose waving in the wind I looked up and there far away behind the frozen lake was a terracotta colored church amidst the city’s charcoal silhouette and then the firs, firs,Continue reading “Snowbanks”
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Wisdom Dances
Do not force wisdom to dance for the puffs of wind erupting from the folk-fest guests’ applause. Wisdom never moves to the rhythm of traditional dances. She refuses to entertain the strangers who look just for a fun filled day. Wisdom’s gracious moves are born from the Spirit— do not disturb her performance before theContinue reading “Wisdom Dances”