Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart

  It's strange how time just flies on by, and how each week we greet folks we'll never see by eye, never touch, nor ever meet, but t...

 This is a sonnet for the lonely and desperate. It is not my life. Please don't walk away from me, I didn't mean to get so ill and I...

Dear Five Minute Friday People, As you know, Kate won't be hosting FMF through November and December. I offered to stand in, and she acc...

Walk away, turn off the news and let this act be your retort. Sing your home, and not the blues  as this is your Farm Report.  When comes su...

 The words If Only are at odds with any kind of Divine Grace, 'cause fundamentally they throw God's blessings for you in His Face. I...

There is a child that's just been born, arrived the other day. He deserves a world untorn, and to this end I pray that bladed words migh...

  I died last night. I was led Home by Ofhi Tobi, the white dog who is the guide of Barb's people, the Chickasaw. Heaven is a lot like w...