It all looks so clear from your glass house on the hill. If they would only work harder, work smarter, get an education. This good life could be theirs too. The lights are on in the glass house, but no one is home. Cannot see oppression from way up there. You cannot smell the foul … Continue reading Glasshouses
Fear No Evil
I listened to the Rwandan widow share her testimony. It was brutal. Horrific. Darkness stood behind me and whispered, “Who are you to hear her pain? What can you do to help?” We visit a Genocide memorial. I am walking with a new friend, hand in hand. I ask— doesn’t reliving her story continue her … Continue reading Fear No Evil
The Poet Who Didn’t Know It 