My thoughts while observing Brown University's class of 1939
The way the wax makes love to the wane: this is the faithfulness you are held with.
Imagine a web of gracious creation woven from utter destruction.
When did life get so full? I feel like every aspect of my life is full of God, how do I talk about that?
A poem on a Penn Station wall inspired my own poem about what I want, need, and hope for at this difficult moment.
It is Elul, that month for soul searching and review of one’s spiritual progress. I wasn't feeling it. At. All.
