
What if … ?
What if … I sip peace like water throughout the day to stay ‘hydrated’? I weave transformation thread by thread? Your love penetrates me like

What if … ?
What if … I sip peace like water throughout the day to stay ‘hydrated’? I weave transformation thread by thread? Your love penetrates me like

UNSHROUDED
What is consciousness? Am I in it? Is it in me? Everything is vague, dim. My senses seem shrouded, distant, blocked. Something or Someone calls



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
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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.