The glory of the Father…is that with him we are never out of time. He is forever welcoming our response.Read More
Until he leapt four stories toward death
my father didn’t believe in God, he said,
but himself, yet the tech in the medevac
swore, as the helicopter lifted, he asked
whether Jesus loved him.
faith was pageantry
both in Medici Florence and the Ming dynasty,
twenty years and half a planet apart.