The Delta Dawn is Always Different: A Poem

a person stands in silhouette holding a camera against a sunset surrounded by low water as if in a marsh

The delta dawn is always different with thechanging tide of seasons. The early purpled lightbecomes a red that slowly scrubs the sununtil the skies are clear white.When the storms abate — or maybethey just wait …

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From Confusion to Communion

“When the Most High came down and confused the tongues, He divided the nations. But when He distributed the tongues of fire He called all to unity. Therefore with one voice we glorify the All …

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