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The Chairy Tree

We sure miss the big old locust tree that stood down near the wet-weather stream channel that runs across our place. It measured almost three feet across at the base, stood nearly sixty feet tall, and split into a Y of nearly equal-sized branches about six feet up. It had been dead or nearly so […]


As we read the Song—or other scripture, for that matter—we need to be aware that not every pretty phrase is just poetic. Sometimes it means just exactly what it says. The beloved asks her lover, whom she says leaps like a stag upon the mountainside, to come and be to her as that stag. There […]