It was a dusky Friday evening....

There is a space that is never filled, a deep, deep gulf. It is the ache of loss,

My window is open. I listen to the birdsong.

It was a magnificent autumn morning. The leaves of the June berry trees lining the pathway, were turning shades of yellow and red. I had just gone through the second gate

We stand on heaven’s doorstep, threshold of eternity. The “why” is easy…..

It is early May and night is approaching.

This January day is slipping...

From the dim, yellowish light...