Living Water
I wrote this poem from reading Psalms 42:1 after facing tragedy in my life.“As the deer longs for streams of water, so I long for you, O God.”
Handprints
My son, Joshua, died on January 7, 2020 when he was just 14 years old. The Children’s Hospital where he was did an imprint of his hand which now hangs on my wall. The idea of this poem came from looking at my son’s handprint everyday.