A Sign Post

by

Several months ago, after I wrote a post about my need for silence, stillness, and solitude, I had an email exchange with an acquaintance from church—we’ll call him Ben—who wrote to me about his own need for solitude. By day he works in customer...

Sunshine and Daisies

by

Is the sun far from any smallest flower That lives by his dear presence every hour?” ‘Dear presence every hour’! What of the night, When crumpled daisies shut gold sadness in; And some do hang the head for lack of light, Sick almost unto death with...