On the cross, Jesus needed actual water. No one gave him any.
Her poetry about the natural world evokes the harmony of creation in Genesis 1, one scholar wrote.
As we hiked the Abraham Path, I realized that every step was inescapably political.
On the good days, this is the best job in the world. Yet, as I wedge my foot into my heels, I must recognize the difficulties of our vocation.
The poet helped me to realize how little I knew about a life observed.
I'm here, says Jesus.