Poems for Your Weekend

PoetryRx: redeeming uncertainty

Dear Friends,

It’s January. If you’re in the Northern hemisphere, it’s the time of year when the barometer’s mercury mirrors our own faith, and a slow exasperation sets in. We’re so soft, and it is so cold. We need sun, and the sky is a shield. Some days, I’d like nothing more than to bury my head in a lap and be told a story. No one sits still long enou…