Where are the words? This I ask myself. It’s not that I have no words—many words have been literally lifting off of me in verse and rhyme—but the formal forming of them in my usuals ways has disappeared of late. I tried the other day. I re-read the first draft of a blog post. I was going to post it last month. But then I read it again, and well, the words fell flat. So much so that I lost interest in reading my own words about halfway through. Not a great sign. I know the tri

Last year, I shared my easter poem, "A Rising", exclusively with my newsletter subscribers. Since then, I've been itching to see these words come alive, so with thanks to all the new user-friendly software out there, I've created a short video available on Youtube. My hope is that it will provide for you a fresh perspective that will carry you into the Easter weekend. But the true hope of Easter is that it doesn't end after this weekend! Christ is alive and seated at the righ

(The following is an essay that is close to the heart. It's been 13 years that we lost my grandfather, and last night, as we all...

It has been a hot minute since I last blogged. I've been writing here and there, not committing to anything in particular. It's been a...