by Donna Arington Petraits March 17, 2021 An ordinary day. Sun sinking on an early spring evening. Warm for March, and perfect for playing hide
No seconds for me
A prayer as we approach the one-year anniversary of Covid19.
And we learned
by Donna Petraits I want to tell you about when the virus came. “Was it hard?” you ask. Yes. Yes, because we couldn’t be free
We know
A prayer about the complicity of silence by adults, in the sexual abuse of children by those entrusted with their care.
I Never wanted to say goodbye
by Julie Martin Hutson I never wanted to pray goodbye To step away from that place where I had loved long And been loved, To
Let Your Heart Be
by Laura Martin This poem was written to those who grieve…. Who knows its places and folds, its invitations and its breaking, its memory and
“Waiting and Hoping: A Pandemic Birth”
by Desiree’ Uhrich Mothering God, you give us birth. You birth us into all time and place, even into pandemic, even into a world groaning
