by Lane | Poetry
What we didn’t know was that our hearts would burn within us, just like their hearts burned when The Fire Spoke on the road. Emmaus-bound, so they thought, yet really, like us, they were bound to The Consuming One. The Word, Made Flesh, newly spoken, Remade by His...
by Lane | Writing
The heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament showeth His handy-work. Psalm 19 Snow so soft so slight so slow I must be quite Intentional To notice its stealth Accumulation upon each tiny twig. Snow even slower now to accumulate, shows me again that slow...
