I am a poet, book devourer, language fanatic, and adorer of beautiful things. I speak very little and I think way too much. I write somewhere in between very little and way too much, so welcome to my ramblings.
.advent. We look to the past as we sit in the now and anticipate the future. The coming. Hope flickers. Fills. From the wick of the prophecy candle comes a rising flame, shooting up just as the Root of Jesse; Its light, a comfort in the deepest darkness. Hope. From the last moment, in this […]More