No More Empty Places

No More Empty Places There will be no more empty places at your table when we fall in love again.So rekindle the flame that once burned so bright.Help us to remember what drew us first to you.When we wander too farto hear your voice, and no longer care, let our lonely despairopen our souls again,that…

Holding Onto the Thread

When I was in Florida for my father’s recent hospitalization, death, and funeral, I was holding onto the thread that is described in this poem by William Stafford: The Way It Is | William Stafford There’s a thread you follow. It goes among things that change. But it doesn’t change. People wonder about what you…