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…