I have been thinking about the need we all have for someone to listen to us, and enable us to make sense of our life story. In the wonderful story of the Road to Emmaus where two depressed friends of Jesus, depressed because he has
A Secret Salvation
Monday morning wet
in the window-framed garden,
a new pup asleep on my shoulder,
her nose on my thoughts, as I
tap away on a laptop, iPod
playing, the would be poet.
Debussy hovers over the keyboard
as I try to craft honest lines.
I open the window and my