In our yard is a huge oak tree, its branches shading the sandy dirt underneath. Under the tree, a collection of spoons and cups pilfered from my kitchen litters the ground. My six-year-old daughter is the queen of mud pie production, and she takes it on herself to teach our foster children the craft. The …
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Meditation at Midnight
I cannot sleep, Dear God, I cannot sleep! I cannot sleep Because so many hands keep Beckoning me. And faces stare, And voices, piteous voices call Upon the midnight air. And God, O can it be That once upon a time, like me Thou couldst not sleep? Because of many hands Outstretched from all the …
The Toad Beneath the Harrow
The toad beneath the harrow knows Exactly where each tooth point goes; The butterfly upon the road Preaches contentment to that toad. -Rudyard Kipling This poem has been running through my mind as some of our dearest friends are walking through a valley of suffering (and I have a few sorrows of my own, …
arabah rejoice 