This Was the Fall. Now We Rise.
JOY IN THE ASHES
A Holy Riot in Gold
A Blessing for the Dream That Still Burns
Prayer for Those Standing at the Water’s Edge
Blessed Are Those Who Are Just Trying to Hold it Together
Let the Fire Be a Net
A Parable of Love Without End
After the Storm, We Begin Again
There is Honey in the Comb
A Night Prayer for a Fierce and Tender World
A Blessing for Wild Geese
You Were Never Meant to Burn Alone
For Rolla, Who Bakes Beneath the Sky
A Prayer for Those Who Rose with the River
Do not come with Scriptures, Come to me like Thomas.
Where Were You When War Broke Open?
Let the Singing Rise
Let the Singing Rise,
written with love from Sarah and the Holy One she calls her Beloved, 2025
Let the Singing Rise
When the walls are built of fear,
I lift my voice for you—
Let the singing rise.
When the night shudders with sirens,
I hold my children closer, singing old hymns in the dark—
Let the singing rise.
When the empire stamps boots into the tender fields of our becoming—
Let the singing rise.
Not as denial.
Not as silence.
Not as forgetting.
Let the singing rise— A stubborn seed of joy they could not starve out.