It’s Christmas day and there’s an empty chair Where a loved one sat so very near. There are presents underneath the tree That little eyes will never see. The candle’s flame flickers low, The lights have seemed to lose their glow, And even if there were snow We would still feel Death’s ruthless blow. Where, … Continue reading
My emotions now are a freight train of feelings colliding with a passenger train of adjectives. Anger. Wrecked. Brokenhearted. Shattered. Shocked. Sickened. No matter how hard I try, there is no way to make sense of an armed man executing a classroom of 5-year-olds. The idea of it is nauseating. Seeing it carried out in … Continue reading
The Pondering Preacher 