Broken, I laid it in His hands. My fingers trembled under the weight that was light as ashes and insubstantial as dust. There was no...

You are a God of abundance – with treasures strewn along Blind Pass Beach: olives and jewel boxes, coral and turtle shells. The rocks of...

The trees lift their skeletal fingers heavenward, their royal robes in tatters hang upon them and inevitably drop to the ground. Soon...

when God said Let There Be Light! it was not a shaft of white that split the murky blackness but a gloriana rainbow spilling out...

Mangrove roots like questing fingers dip into brackish water. Narrow canals of river wander through ten thousand islands and kingfishers...