inner voices – Barb, poet priest

Let the Little Children Come to Me

Let the Little Children Come to Me Pentecost 20; Luke 18:15-30 The child in me is eager for your touch. When I am digging earth, admiring flowers, composing poems, lifting lips to showers, or cuddling cats, it’s you as well I clutch. The stern disciples order me away: those inner voices urging me to workContinue reading “Let the Little Children Come to Me”