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In Search of My Voice: Oasis #4 – Mortality
Out of the depths I cry to you, Lord;Lord, hear my voice.Let your ears be attentiveTo my cry for mercy.- Psalm 130:1-2 ‘Mortality’ is a disconcerting word. It’s ring...
In Search of My Voice: Oasis #4 – Mortality
Out of the depths I cry to you, Lord;Lord, hear my voice.Let your ears be attentiveTo my cry for mercy.- Psalm 130:1-2 ‘Mortality’ is a disconcerting word. It’s ring...
In Search of My Voice: Oasis #3 – The Light
The light shines in the darkness, And the darkness has not overcome it. - John 1:5 We are such fragile creatures. Born into these bodies for which we...
In Search of My Voice: Oasis #3 – The Light
The light shines in the darkness, And the darkness has not overcome it. - John 1:5 We are such fragile creatures. Born into these bodies for which we...
In Search of My Voice: Oasis #2 - The Waiting
The waiting is the hardest partEvery day you get one more yardYou take it on faith, you take it to the heartThe waiting is the hardest part - Tom...
In Search of My Voice: Oasis #2 - The Waiting
The waiting is the hardest partEvery day you get one more yardYou take it on faith, you take it to the heartThe waiting is the hardest part - Tom...
In Search of My Voice - Oasis #1
“We are born in debt, owing the world a death. This is the shadow that darkens every cradle.” - David J. Morris, The Evil Hours The Call I was...
In Search of My Voice - Oasis #1
“We are born in debt, owing the world a death. This is the shadow that darkens every cradle.” - David J. Morris, The Evil Hours The Call I was...
Becoming Unbroken
“We live in a sick society, Carl…one way or another, all of us are broken.” In recent conversation with a clinical psychotherapist, something I said led him to make this...
Becoming Unbroken
“We live in a sick society, Carl…one way or another, all of us are broken.” In recent conversation with a clinical psychotherapist, something I said led him to make this...
The Mother I Never Knew
A photograph can capture a moment that forever changes the trajectory of one’s legacy. Sitting on the edge of my mother’s bed, in a small apartment in the Michigan town...
The Mother I Never Knew
A photograph can capture a moment that forever changes the trajectory of one’s legacy. Sitting on the edge of my mother’s bed, in a small apartment in the Michigan town...