I would like to say
at the end of the day
that I still had some play
but that would be (somewhat) lying
I would like to reveal
all the things that I feel
you know – keeping it real
but that would be (mostly) sighing
So I’m going to bed
with much left unsaid
and though that rhymes with dead
I intend to be quite death-defying
For a good night of sleep
and all that will reap
will for sure help me keep
my promise to keep lentifying
Peace,
Milton
It’s getting down to crunch time in the baseball season, which means it doesn’t take much for my sermon to intersect with the Red Sox. Here’s what I said on Sunday. ________________________________ In the fall of 2004, I was the Associate Pastor of the First Congregational Church of
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Last week’s lectionary passage is one of my favorites. Here’s what I had to say on Sunday. __________________________ Right after Ginger and I got back from our trip to Durham last month, we noticed a plant that had sprung up along our back fence line. It was not there
I think this is the first time that thinking about prayer took me to both Robert Frost and ice hockey. Here’s my sermon for this week. ____________________________ My twelfth grade English teacher Ms. Morse is responsible, in part, for my love of poetry—particularly the poems of Robert Frost. When