Two Poems for the Pan*****
So, two more little poems. I can’t help it. They just pop out. Whether they spread uncontrollably is, well, not up to me. Maybe a smile amid the little glimmers of loss that intrude on the day.
Reflections on faith, music, and community by Gary Allison Furr
So, two more little poems. I can’t help it. They just pop out. Whether they spread uncontrollably is, well, not up to me. Maybe a smile amid the little glimmers of loss that intrude on the day.
Sometime I will have to gather my thoughts about this breathtaking revolution that has been forced on us in the
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We must face our losses. Courage does not spare us from them. Courage’s work begins at the other end
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I’ll admit it—I long for Mayberry and simpler living. Maybe it never existed, but something in us says, “It ought