For as the days of a tree, so will be the days of my people. Isaiah My personal favorite.
Every artist has, it seems, their own least-selling, most critically acclaimed piece.
This would be mine. Those who have connected with this book, love it. Written in a rambling, autobiographical style about living through a New England winter, I try to make peace with the complexity of adulthood following a decade of riding the wave of the Jesus movement. This book is all about learning to draw on one's inner relationship with God when the external signs of his presence and activity seem to have disappeared. Nine dead leaves still cling to the bare tree, visible through the window opposite me.