“On a summer morningI sat downon a hillsideto think about God– a worthy pastime.Near me, I sawa single cricket;it was moving the grains of the hillside this way and that way.How great was its energy,how humble its effort.Let us hope it will always be like this,each of us going onin our inexplicable waysbuilding the universe.”... Continue Reading →
Grains, yours and mine
Tucked happily into the gorgeous hills and woods of Wisconsin, I write about life, faith, and the humor that both require. 
Tales From the Nexus 