Sometimes all the lights go out or make us to believe that they were never really there. You stumble into every wall and trip and fall again. You hear the snickers all around the sounds but not the sights of everybody watching you. – Sometimes every song goes out an arrow in the air that […]
Read more "Sometimes…"Every morning, with the sun I rise and journey to the docks just where the ships arrive bearing goods for me. – High-stash holds of boxes filled with dazzled thoughts and softer light or darker griefs and greys: all the hours for me. – Part-way glad and partway sad I sit exhausted, midway through just […]
Read more "Ships"The haunt of autumn seems so close to home that whisky ghosts of dying summer breeze now tickle heat and steal away with cold and, playful, bear their laughter through the trees. – It seems a world more sharper than the light opens up amid the falling leaves— a sound like crunch! And snapping crunkled […]
Read more "Autumn Wind"My friends from every age— I may not know their faces, but I have met their souls in frozen, concrete traces— inscriptions on a page. Father, thank You for writers. –
Read more "Thanksgiving: Writers"When man first came to be and watched from out the windows of his eyes the shifting world about he saw the shine of sunlight on the waves and perceived, invisible, the rushing brush that bowed the trees, he knew the richness of his world and loved it. – When man first turned his mind […]
Read more "The Glasses"Father, thank You for Sundays— brothers and sisters huddled at your feet, singing to You and remembering You and waiting for You— sweet foreshadows of Home. –
Read more "Thanksgiving: Sundays"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 […]
Read more "Reformation"‘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 […]
Read more "This Unworthy Hand"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. –
Read more "An Autumn Night"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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