God is our refuge and our strength…therefore we will not fear.  There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God…God is in the midst of the city; it shall not be moved.

Psalm 46

The nations are in an uproar, the kingdoms totter…the God of Jacob is our refuge.

My prayers go out for all those who are being murdered for the sake of greed and power. Surely there has been enough killing…


We often pass these old yards on our morning walk, and I hate the noise and the dust when there are cattle in the yards…

These old yards are not the best
for cattle passing through.
The wood is worn
the concrete hard
and not much of a view.

I hate to see the cattle there
away from all they know,
wondering what’s in store
when it’s their turn to go.