It is the first day of spring. The gods have delivered inches of snow. A thin line of crocus stalks are teeming at the edge of a flagstone. Life is holding to a stationary orbit but struggling. A minister posted she would pray each morning and asked: How can I pray for you? This isContinue reading “A Prayer On Your Wires March 2020”
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The Ash Tree, Thanksgiving 2019
© 2019 Vincent Hostak The trouble with gratitude is the same as its blessing. I begin by thanking the ash tree for being. Then how it looked in the rain when I was once struck by sadness or how its bark felt to the fingers of a blind friend. How it’s branches resisting its gustsContinue reading “The Ash Tree, Thanksgiving 2019”
Wild, Abandoned: 2021 