a mzee (old man) just came into my office to ask me for assistance. as is typical of most people who enter the diocese offices, he came into the first small hallway and part of the way around the corner. he stopped when he glimpsed me, and shrunk back around the corner. hovering...lingering...waiting... perhaps he … Continue reading who has the answer?
I wait for the Lord, my soul waits,* (hope). hope is a thing with feathers,† ...he who binds himself to a joy˚ (my soul waits) does the winged life destroy hope is a thing with feathers that perches on the soul, (hope) and in his word I hope; and sings the song––without the words and … Continue reading (hope, on the wing)