Rise and dance through the smoke of your burning your heart alit Embers of anger cooled by the tender touch of love Sorrows gone by wept...

Jesus didn't walk on water. No one ever has. We are held by her, though; those of us who go where others don't dare, those willing to...

You can’t fold yourself back into the mapped territory you’re familiar with The interior topographies have changed Ridges of division,...

The sun called you daughter long before you were first touched by dawn. Trees bow before you more deeply than they do the wind. You are...

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What does the breeze coax from you when it touches your skin? When God slips along your pores? Can you feel that, the ribbon weaving...