I, who live by words, am wordless when I try my words in prayer. All language turns To silence. Prayer will take my words and then Reveal their emptiness. The stilled voice learns To hold its peace, to… Read More

Sticks and Stones

Sticks and stones will break my bones But words will never harm me. This well-known ditty was first published in 1862 in the African Methodist Episcopal Church journal, The Christian Recorder. It’s purpose was to empower children in… Read More

The Word

How Wonderful! I speak of the soul and seven people rise from their chairs and leave the room, seven others lean forward to listen. I speak of the body, the spirit, the mockingbird, the hollyhock, leaves opening in… Read More