Tender

For all the rain I am the tender of tall grasses. I looked up in this red morning to see, again, the mountains shouldering their clouds. I feel the Gulf of Mexico in the air and cool on my skin, laced with a shiver of old world spirit, like a walk in the French Quarter […]

Sabbath

I remember what I knew of Sabbath before I learned a broader way to be it, now held dearly with the understanding of things so wide as to make me small for the taking up of being right where I belong. I walk happy on the perennial journey from form to faith. You see, when […]