03/29/2026
A few years ago on a Palm Sunday morning, I found myself in a place and moment that felt quietly sacred.
I was up at Sean and Simon’s ranch during lambing season, helping with the birthing of new life. It was a cold morning, but beautiful—horses nearby, lambs being born, the stillness of the land.
It was there, in that setting, that I felt inspired to share a poem from my youth. The timing, the place, and the work we were engaged in all came together in a way that made the poem feel alive.
I had thought about recording something new this morning, but instead I’m resharing this video. Sometimes it’s not about saying something new—it’s about returning to a moment where things were already said as they needed to be.
God Bless you!
Michael D. Fallon