The year will end in shards of shining glass— the days of life now known, now longed, now lived; the crystal balls once full and promising now gone; the good and bad spilled out along the ground. And even as the final, shining sphere is dropped our hands are stretching, surging for the new. For […]Read more "Swapping Orbs"
God gives life in moments, Tiny, glass globes Placed into our hands. Don’t let them fall And shatter on the ground. Don’t throw the ugly ones away. Don’t grip the nice ones Till they break. Catch them. Kiss them. And let them go.Read more "The Gift of Life"