finding the words

Growing up Bryant

Randomly on our little farm growing up, you could find the fatherless, the homeless, the soul-starved. Sometimes we all knew everyone at the dinner table, sometimes we didn’t. There’s a reason broken and strange people found rest with our family—they fit right in. Everyone wants to be well, forgiven, and whole but I learned from […]

Reach

There’s a little solar flower in my kitchen sill. Like me, darkness paralyzes it completely. But it waits, facing east, and even in the grayest dawn, subtly, imperceptibly, it begins to sway. Any Sunlight at all gives it life. Grateful, it sways. At first, it’s awkward and irregular, determined… but as the Sun floods west, […]