Looking back, one of the most unexpectedly formative seasons of my life was my Grade 11 English class. It was designed to push us beyond simply reading books and answering questions. We were required to make textual connections: text to…
The realization of you is brand new every morning.In awe of your love, my heart can’t contain it.Bursting with emotions I can’t quite name.My eyes react, my mouth numb.A sound pours forth.The meaning only you and I know. Less said,…
In the tradition of First Fruits, this poem marks the beginning of AWG—an offering of what is first, entrusted to God. This First Fruit I Bring I wondered and pondered what to open withI sifted through every theme revealed,…