The Lillies of the Field.
“Behold the birds of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them.”...
Author Archives: Michael Gray
Round Midnight–by Ken
They could be a downer, These slowed down blue piano notes, A Poem by Ken McKeon
It is Good to Receive
We hear that it’s better to give than to receive; and my experience is that when I give of myself the world feels friendlier....
A Prayer for Jon
Dedication for our beloved son, Jon, who passed away on April 21, 2019, at the age of 27 May you be happy May you...
Logging and Clear Cutting
I realized a day or so ago that our society uses the word “logging” to refer to at least two distinct activities. Our forest...
The Startup–a poem by Ken
March on April into May, Oh my, Grey damp near summer weather’s here complete with crows, The gods have gotten us together one more...
What we don’t know
I’m been feeling inadequate and overwhelmed by the pain and confusion that periodically sweeps through my family and for which the latent threat of...
The Die is not yet Cast.
“We have complete control in the special sense that we do not need to control anything. Whether emotions and circumstances control us or we...
Can We Trust What We Know?
There is a certain kind of knowledge that has risen to the top of the knowledge food chain in our world. This kind of...
The Wind has Returned.
You may have been here last week, rifling the wind chimes, disturbing the sleepy quiet of branches as they open to the Spring Equinox...