Behold the Wood of the Cross I am the wood of the cross. A lone, dead cross beam I was…
Author Stacy Peterson
Moved by Grace When I was 32 days shy of nine, my parents moved us. Away from the brilliant green…
Lovers’ Hope! Early spring frost glazes budding Yoshino cherry blossoms. Glittering, glittering in late morning, under a chilly sun. Lovers…
Walking Trees Superficial sorrow Tears white-washing your sepulchre. Soon, soon enough Dry bones will crumble Into the eternal stone sarcophagus…
Living Crib Make a manger of my heart, O Lord! Your skillful carpenter’s hands master Grace’s lathe and plane. Chiseled…
Animated Pen WRITE the story of your life. Write the STORY of your life. Write the story of YOUR LIFE.…
A Christmas Carole My day is ruined and it’s only ten o’clock! The baby screams and screams! Sick, sad eyes…
A Jubilee Year! You asked: Is Jubilee Duggar’s funeral creepy? Perhaps it’s creepy depending on whether or not it’s your…
Wounded Healers Welcome into my wounded-ness please rest awhile! Welcome into the hidden, secret spaces sin burrowed in my soul.…
Mea Culpa! Mea Culpa! Mea Maxima Culpa! If I say I’m sorry, will I disappear Like the setting sun…