Lord of Autumn, You enchant us with Your skill for taking summertime with such majestic grace. You lend Your royal colors to the wooded hills. You stain the sky impassioned blue above our place, and with the breeze, You stir the fallen leaves to run. You make of loss a paradise when You are near […]
Read more "Lord of Autumn"On my way home, I found I was not alone— hope climbed in and sat beside me— a silence occupied with smiling. And all around the dying sun touched the road and trees and made them gold— so much like kindness if kindness had a color. I saw my mountain, mother-like, waiting where it always […]
Read more "Welcome"Time, shed your wings and sit with me. Nothing becomes you like eternity.
Read more "A Request"Thank you for devoting your time to aid in the rescue of our drowning nation. As you know, the midterm elections are right around the corner, and if we are to save this Republic, there is one thing we need more than anything else: MONEY! It is your job to acquire heaps of it by […]
Read more "The GOP Handbook for Fundraising"Nice to be wanted, but I have to draw the line at needles with wings.
Read more "Mosquitos"Traditional folk song of the indigenous peoples of Melenoria, sung in the Èthanshwogg dialect Wylu, cocka shlimby, fwy? Shlimbu nogga swimbry vly! Kalu-ziki ruzuvah, Ishdu bliki zuru kah. Myluzenri shubu tekka shlien! Lazuka mani ishubizelien! . English Translation: Crazy one, you brag gleefully, eh? Happy head, making mud!* From out my heart a war cry, […]
Read more "Zuru Kah"You are the only One I cannot see— I’ve searched the faces on my crowded way, athirst for You—Your arms of flesh—to lay my head upon. And must it never be? You go with us, but how invisibly! I miss Your eyes when I look up to pray and wonder why You hide them far […]
Read more "The Nearest One"Summer nights when daylight lingers— fingers paused on the screen door; talking warm air, crickets and fireflies— a friend that doesn’t want to say goodbye.
Read more "Twilight"Morning light, spilt through foliage, splashing the grass with gold; the simple, daily pouring of nourishment into a crumbling world.
Read more "Morning Light"The little bird that flies beneath the puffed up sky owns the gift of life and the pleasure of God’s eye.
Read more "The Little Bird that Flies"
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