Billow My Sails
The morning air was…
Still Feet to Wash
Let us not…
Another Hand on the Rope
Out of the blue, thoughts of a dear friend came to mind….
Twelve Baskets
Stepping off a roller coaster, heart pounding, head spinning, not sure…
Valley Road
Walking through a valley, seemingly valley upon valley, past those in their own…
Nudges
Taking an alternate route to avoid traffic, I traveled on a faster but less crowded highway. Approaching an exit,…
Gently Weeps
A small-town sidewalk deep in the smoky mountains, with the hand of my precious bride in tow, we dipped…
Fishin’s not about Catchin’ Fish
Visiting restaurants was a rarity in the small town of my youth, a luxury for random Sundays when the…
Echoes Intertwined – by john g. adams
A silent church awaits a heart-wrenching melody. Fingers press ivory keys, felt hammers strike metal…
Lift My Friend
Contacting an old friend revealed scars so deep that an innocent conversation caused pains of her past to resurface….