“…And as I listen to God’s quaking grove—
I humbly whisper into His eager ear:
Within my greatest weakness—
You helped me find my greatest strength!”

“There is a stark—vivid difference—
between a quiet Christianity of Christ
and the loud Christianity of a country…”

“My paths are branched, the more I walk
the more they multiply, like weeds…”

“I secretly spy behind the edge of an echo
observing little children jump and laugh
climbing upon sparks of excitement
discovering endless colors in new friends…”

“a solitary summit of solitude
standing tall—yonder clouds
freed from clamoring crowds…”