Another Beautiful Ache

As the deer longs for streams of water so I long for you, O God.— Psalm 42:1 Another early morning  before the sun wakes, and I tread the familiar steps down the dim hallway to make our morning coffee with this ache to create, to express something that seems inexpressible, and I am hungry andContinue reading “Another Beautiful Ache”

The Longing Hours

“Other sound than the owl’s voice there was none, save the falling of a fountain into its stone basin; for it was one of those dark nights that hold their breath by the hour together, and then heave a long low sigh, and hold their breath again.” — Charles Dickens. Some nights I keep  companyContinue reading “The Longing Hours”