A dear friend died recently.
He was a poet.
It was my privilege to type out a bookful of his handwritten poems.
A few days after he died, I promised myself to honor him by honing my own, feeble poetic inclinations.
Below is today's attempt to respond to the book that lies at my bedside. The writings of Henri Nouwen continue to be a source of spiritual challenge and inspiration to me...
|from my journal page|