The night has taken Israel and drawn its blackness across the world like a shroud. The dark has bound us like our hopes, sealed up in a tomb. Does the God of Israel sleep? Does the LORD forget His people? A mother cannot sleep. A mother cannot forget her child. I have rocked him in […]Read more "Mary’s Tears"
This poem is for my mom—an intelligent, fun, beautiful woman who could have done anything she wanted. But she chose to be Mom to my five siblings and me, not just in her free time, but 24/7. The gift of growing up with her is one that I will treasure forever. Happy Mother’s Day, Mom! […]Read more "Beneath the Glass"