Let sense be numb, let flesh retire; Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire, O still, small voice of calm! On this day, I celebrate my beloved husband’s Quaker roots: the sitting and waiting for the “still, small voice of…
Let sense be numb, let flesh retire; Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire, O still, small voice of calm! On this day, I celebrate my beloved husband’s Quaker roots: the sitting and waiting for the “still, small voice of…
People often ask me about my fixation with poetry the same way they ask why I remain Catholic. Even as they shrink from both, there is an appreciation of the mysteries and the challenge both represent. Not my cup of…