This quiet Isn’t really quiet Soft music Voices from across the aisle Morning sun And building’s fluorescent Wooden table, like forrest On glossy tiles This quiet Isn’t really quiet A book Open Electronic… Continue reading →
Our faith needs an anchor that is sure. Not some lingering cloud of good vibes floating above us. Our lives must be anchored onto something that we know is stronger than ourselves. Something real. Not imagined. Something powerful. Not pumped up. Something alive. Not something that gives way when we let go. Because we all will come to a point when we will want to let go.