Those swirling tempests

“… words gifted on the Herring Run in Baltimore City …”

As the water rises

“instead of fleeing …”

To the weary traveler

“the trail beckons …”

Longing for grace

As I stood here engrossed in thought, wondering. If I aspire to see God’s face. Knowing that this fixation will ensure that I remain unencumbered, by that which would serve to distract me from my freedom. That being said, why is this endeavor wraught with so much difficulty? The distractions of my journey have theContinue reading “Longing for grace”