On the shortest day, I walked down to the garden where, stretched out across the grass, the out-turned fingers of peace received theContinue reading “Last Light: For the Winter Solstice”
Words to bridge the gap between faith and life…
On the shortest day, I walked down to the garden where, stretched out across the grass, the out-turned fingers of peace received theContinue reading “Last Light: For the Winter Solstice”