Faith, Fiction, Friends

A song after Psalm 122   The tribes go up to Jerusalem’s gates, the tribes go up to stand within. The tribes go up to Jerusalem’s gates, to ...

After Psalm 122   Odd to think of a city with a dual nature,  as if you were telling two tales of one city. It was first bound together, thi...

After Psalm 122 Take one broken piece, join with another broken piece, collect all the broken pieces and place the broken pie...

After Psalm 122 It is the silence I hear first, but soon the noises overcome, the bleating and lowing of the animals. Drawi...

After Psalm 122 These stones under my feet are singing as I walk, each step a note each pace a refrain each stride a psalm....

After Psalm 122 We walk the stones of the streets of this city, the houses of rock packed together, a closeness compacting th...