“Do you hope to write like that?” she questioned.
“No,” he answered. “I want to write the stories and style that are mine; and not mine, that which I find within me.
Still, I love the way he writes, the spirt and wonder that he tells: witness to the ethereal and transcendent amongst the immanent and earthen.
Maybe we come nearer to Heaven when we believe and are able to discern imprint of the infinite upon our small, but still special, world. To see and believe as this gives beauty to all the rest.
Discernment of vision and beginning belief makes possible our witness to God’s blessings.” He paused, considering his own intentions, inspirations, and reasons he wrote, then followed, “Who wouldn’t hope to write like that: inspire others, too, to see?