All the Wonders

A new recording of "All Shall Be Well" by Beth A. Richardson

We have hope ... When seeds sprout. Babies are welcomed by loving parents. People gather together to Eat and laugh and cry. We have...

Where is our hope? Love is our joy, our purpose, our anchor, our hope.

I walk outside And look up at the tree in the front yard. Its branches are bare. Leaves, long shed, Were raked and carried To the...

There is this part of me That, if it were not For the singing of the Wood Thrush, Would feel so hopeless. There is this part of me That,...

I'm sitting here reading about the world's latest craziness. (What is going to happen next?!?) And I'm wondering where those the nice...

I sit on the floor watching a sleeping child. Three months old, she is a miracle of breath, of tiny hands and feet and eyes and mouth....

By the rivers of Babylon— there we sat down and there we wept when we remembered Zion. On the willows there we hung up our harps. For...

It's not fair of me To tell you (or anyone) How to feel. We all must find our own ways Through these days. But let me share that This...

I saw the moon setting As I drove to work Early this morning. It hung over the horizon, Round and orange, Its beauty suspended Over the...

I come to the water, Broken, Depleted, Full of sadness. By the shore, I set my burdens down And paddle away Into the still beauty of the...

This tree, My companion In the front yard. You are the filter Through which I watch The winter sky. Sunrises, stars, The sliver of a moon...

We wake up to the news Of another terrorist attack. Ordinary people doing ordinary things. Lives changed forever. This place seems so far...

The early-morning light brushes the sky With gentle touches of color And the seeds of a new day are planted. Plant your beauty in us....

Someone described yesterday as a day of "emotional whiplash." From the declaration of love, justice, and equality by the U.S. Supreme...