Don Thackery

Though ill with cancer, I am here outdoors To walk slow steps and feel the warmth of spring. By chance, a nearby hermit thrush outpours His ecstasy to live, to fly, to sing, And daffodils hurl yellow at the sky As if they too would venerate this day. . . . . Continue Reading »

A frosty sunlit Sunday morning. We, Still sleepy on our way to early Mass, Were snapped alert”sudden anxiety” As deer stepped from the trees intent to pass Across in front of us and the large van Oncoming filled with folks. Both drivers slowed, Then stopped, and watched the deer as they . . . . Continue Reading »

According to England’s first historian, the Venerable Bede, King Edwin of seventh-century Northumbria pondered the question of whether he should adopt and extend throughout his reign the Christian faith of his new wife Aethelburg. To seek advice, he brought his thanes and advisers together for . . . . Continue Reading »