A selection from In the Hands of the Immortal Weaver: Poems of Sacredness and Belonging The questions have surmounted all certainties. Too many days are frittered away feigning wisdom, all the while knowing that, if I am to cover that distance between myself...
A selection from In the Hands of the Immortal Weaver: Poems of Sacredness and Belonging Give me a shawl of homespun gauzy cotton. For I’ve had enough of walking bare-faced and bold-headed among all that is greater than I. Without announcement the Divine brushes...
