Golden
December 12, 2015
The gold band stays the same, a bit warped maybe, the edges worn down, some scratches. Still hugging my ring finger since the day you
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The gold band stays the same, a bit warped maybe, the edges worn down, some scratches. Still hugging my ring finger since the day you
At the last kiss, at the final true laugh, at the bottom of the body’s decline, at the mind’s last conscious thought, at the moment
O God of ages, be with me in my old age. When death stares me in the face, back me up. When sickness diminishes my
Crippled by a mind that sees menace in every corner and malice in every look, the anguished soul cries, “No more.” At the last, her
Today I’m praying for one imprisoned in their own mind, locked behind bars of anguish that no key can open. Are you the God of
In the hospital for sick seniors each pillow cradles a face framed with white hair underscored by bony knuckles clutching white sheets. Bodies, getting older
I am a Mennonite pastor currently teaching theology at Conrad Grebel University College in Waterloo, Ontario. I’ve served congregations in Ontario and most recently, Alberta.
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