From the empty streets, wailing, weeping heard. Rachel’s hot tears falling on trembling hands. In darkness she there sits, moaning, heaving; hurt. A solitary, empty cradle in black corner stands. “The King, the King,” they did laughingly scorn Herod’s treacherous, brutal band In dark rage they sought one not long born, A solitary boy with READ MORE
Newton
Reflections on Newtown Shooting
Like many of you I am trying to absorb the horror of the mass shooting in Newtown, Connecticut. The image of the young mom now in utter shock, reflecting on having happily dropped her kid off earlier in the day only to discover he was now dead, sends chills all over me. How in the READ MORE