Hope is the Thing with Feathers

Hope is the thing with feathersThat perches in the soul,And sings the tune without the words,And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard;And sore must be […]

The Hiding Place

The Hiding Place. That’s what I used to call my time alone with my thoughts, the place where I’d go and talk with God. It was a place I’d go […]

The Old Brick Church

I remember it warmly, those days of my youth,When troubles felt lighter, when worries were few. The upright piano, that played out of tune,Yet the songs that it played brought […]