
Dawn Invitation
Dawn lays upon the land like a benediction Distant hills are etched in purple against the pastel sky Pristine New made Pure. Breathe it in

Dawn Invitation
Dawn lays upon the land like a benediction Distant hills are etched in purple against the pastel sky Pristine New made Pure. Breathe it in

The Long Hall
I had been in this descending tunnel with Him before. It was dark, rough-hewn, marks of its working still visible on the stone walls. We


First Christmas – Did He Say…?
Did He say, when contemplating Incarnation, “Father, I go, of My own will, true. Yet I cannot help feel that You send Me away.” Did


I’M NOT SURE…
I’m not sure how to do this. I’m not sure how to watch you fade away Your eyes growing dim Not focusing as they did

THERE WAS A MAN
There was a man A tough man A rough man A hard man Who lived a hard-scrabble life Scraping to get by He fought his

Kat B's alter ego
writer & Blogger
I love the various colours of life. They bring such vibrancy and joy. I have found that God is the Source of all the colours that make life worth living.