Short, plainspoken poems on the discipline of receiving love — and the strange difficulty of believing it's enough.
Poems written from rooftops above a mountain valley — bells, incense, and the question of whether God would come even here.
Poems written among trees, on the vocation of treeness — rootedness, shade, and a stillness that isn't idle.
Three poems — Friday, Saturday, Sunday — following a seed through darkness into the first shout of joy.