My task today is not to find certainty.
My purpose,
My daily prayer,
It is to find the offer of this very day.
Receive it
And live.


Outside My Window

Aging, ancient trees with arms bent

I watch you and wonder

How long have your roots been so entangled in this soil?

Old life.

New life.

Today, we walk this solid ground together.

As I gaze at the sun, casting it’s red and orange glow-sprawling across the horizon.

I know.

All this comes

From something.