The Threshold of Joy – Eric H Janzen

The Threshold of Joy It was night, but they dared not sleep In the starlit darkness, they watched The wind caught the sound of their sheep Resting as though the world were at peace These soul-weary shepherds all wondered Would the blind ever see once more? Would the...

A Postcard from the Desert – Eric H. Janzen

Dear, L and R,   I write to you from the arid land that has become my home on an unusually cloudy day. There will be no rain. The drought continues. I had a dream some time ago that concerns you both and the time has come to share it. While I do not expect much...