#MicroPoetry|September ’16 Verses
Every month I tweet #MicroPoetry! In 140 characters, they are part prayer, thought, reflection, challenge or something in-between. I look forward to sharing them with you and hope that they may lead to reflection,
Every month I tweet #MicroPoetry! In 140 characters, they are part prayer, thought, reflection, challenge or something in-between. I look forward to sharing them with you and hope that they may lead to reflection,
Vulnerability's Paradox Let’s face it, digging deep and making space to explore our vulnerabilities is not encouraged in our day-to-day lives. Traditionally, media has a tendency to repeat and reinforce a lens
Sometimes prose’s syntax and grammar detract from the power that metaphor and allegory reveal. Sometimes, the unseen threads that bind us all to a dignity realised in diversity embraced cannot be described, only painted
Every month I tweet #MicroPoetry! In 140 characters, they are part prayer, thought, reflection, challenge or something in-between. I look forward to sharing them with you and hope that they may lead to reflection,
Part #1: Holy Saturday Since last week’s initial exploration of Holy Saturday, I have been trying to figure out where to go next. It is not so much that I do not know what
Part #2: Holy Saturday • The last week has been, once again, difficult – to say the least … • The last week has been, once again, joyful – to say the
Rituals & Rings Though I did not grow up in the church, per se, I do recall attending a funeral in my family’s faith of origin at a young age. I admit
Every month I tweet #MicroPoetry! In 140 characters, they are part prayer, thought, reflection, challenge or something in-between. I look forward to sharing them with you and hope that they may lead to reflection,
Steinbach PrideImage: Steinbach Pride There are so many pitfalls and temptations as one endeavours to live into solidarity from a place of privilege. In my case, I benefit greatly from many things,
I wish I did not feel Called to blog this week … I pray that the narrative of hate did not exist … I find my soul torn asunder knowing that