A scourged soul and a loamy heart

Some days I write a coarse passage plucked from the scarred landscape of a scourged soul.

Some days I write a tender verse lifted from the loamy soil of a hopeful heart.

Some days the words move through me.

Some days the words move in spite of me.

I am grateful for the grace extended as my family,
friends and readers accompany me on this craggy landscape called faith.