For my friend, Frances, on her first birthday with Jesus Left alone with your memory— the fading image, the distant voice are not the wounds I thought they’d be for we are not so very far apart— Heaven has you, and I have Heaven in my heart.
One tiny face forgotten among billions swarming the earth, yet known beyond the stars. ••• One tiny voice lost in the chaos of laughter and talk, yet cherished in heaven’s halls. ••• One tiny heart, crushed by the pain of d i f f e r e n t n e s s, yet fashioned … Continue reading Lost and Found
Puddles, unlikely windows to the sky, small, impure, vanishing with passing day, trace a gaze-inviting glimpse of the grandeur of the heavens. May the Grandeur of Heaven trace Himself on me, making me, though small, impure, vanishing with passing day, an unlikely window to the Sky.