A Blustery Morning

The promise of winter rides the charging wind. Dark clouds pace the sky, prophesying doom. The weeping willows wail and thrash in protest. Leaves, by the thousands, jump—a frenzy in slow motion— then rush the streets with panicked footfalls to escape. Not me. I read the signs like letters from a friend, and smile, knowing […]

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Reformation

  Once, Christ Jesus broke the darkness of the sky and set the world ablaze— torches multiplying fast, spread out into the night.   When did the light go out?   The night winds must have blown, like stalking, stealthy lies, and slipped through cracks of doors to take each candle’s glow, one by one […]

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This Unworthy Hand

‘Twas mine own hand that signed the sin and wrote rebellion firm; and etched my ink upon the sheet of parchment in my pain— words that still reverberate deep inside my soul and make me bow my head in shame. – But once I knew the water-lands of bliss the English morning downs, and curtain […]

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Why Melenoria?

Artists are crazy. We all know it, but no one seems to understand why. There are two answers, of course. One, they are wack-biscuits. Two, they are Melenorian. It should be noted that what follows is a theory, but a very scientifically sound theory. Long ago in an alternate time stream, there was an alternate […]

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An Autumn Night

The perfect night— a soft rain serenading; the street ashine  with lamp light; the leaves stretched out, lazy, on the grass; and I, quiet on the porch, sipping on delight.                  –

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My Only Song

My song is broken,  shattered by the screams,  the knife-like voices of life, throbbing in my ears.  I bend down, bewildered,  to pick the notes up off the floor,  but the heavy pieces will not budge. My hands weren’t made for this. I remember Your voice, how it softens the screams into minor chords  that […]

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Restless

O earth—friend—how nice you look today— your soft, pink blankets spread across the sky, inviting with the gentle touch of dawn. Your brown and rusted leaves you flag-like fly, a kindred spirit calling me to stay.   Do you know how much I want to stay?   My whole heart withers as I step away— […]

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