Who would think it January? Not the birds chatting eagerly as they zoom from branch to branch, not the tiny blue flowers, newborn among the weeds, and not I, warmed by sunshine and emboldened by the wind. Together, we savor this slice of Spring served so early in the year, the dead world stirring to […]
Read more "January 7, 2026"little gods, who fabricate preeminence and struggle endlessly for sovereignty, surrender to your Maker, and know peace. –
Read more "to the little gods"If men could walk on water, they’d fool around all day, hang by the village fountain do tricks while people pay. – If we could snap our fingers make all injustice right– our legs would turn to ramen for we’d never learn to fight. – If rulers knew, unquestioned the truth on every hand, they’d […]
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