Tania

Because we are all broken and in need of the Father's love. <a href=""> Read More...

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Like a River Glorious

She sat on the bridge rail Made of field stones, I sat on a mossy rock below Feet immersed in the ice Of May water running from Last month's snow, Watching it fall and chuckle Over moss coated rocks. diamond & emerald  Something about the water Washes away stresses That never really mattered. sand & … Continue reading Like a River Glorious

She Asks

Second in the Toronto Trilogy When the revolving doors of the Eaton Centre spat me out onto the sidewalk, I noticed them.  A cluster of five girls all dressed in jeans and fashionable coats.  Chestnut hair of both the straight and tight-curl variety framed their innocent faces. They whispered and jostled.  Then the short vivacious … Continue reading She Asks