Light of the canyon shadowed, showing first on valley floor, ascending ever higher as sun ceded to the west. She stared on the eastern wall, watching shadow’s climb, wind returning through the chasm as thermals stirred in change of warmth and light. Her hair blew in the change, catching and fanning over face as […]
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Short Story
ON THE WINDS
Above, cloudless sky shone as cielo de luz; sun concentrated orb surrounded in white aurora sensed with edge of eyes as one was unable to stare direct upon the light. Through the air, winds shifted. Uncertain of direction and purpose, it turned inward, currents in cyclic sweeps that blew open covers of books and […]
Bible Thought / Faith
THE BOOK OF JONAH
It’s only three pages, only four chapters, and yet almost everyone knows its story. Jonah and the Whale! Its absurdity is something that sticks out—to be swallowed in the belly of a fish and spit back out. That’s the simple tale as passed around. But it does hold deeper elements in the story […]
Bible Thought
BOOK OF JUDGES
“In those days there was no king in Israel, but everyone did that which seemed right to himself…”—Judges 17: 6, 21: 24 “Have you ever read the Book of Judges?” he asked. “I don’t believe I have,” she answered. “What’s it about, and why is it on your mind?” she asked. […]
Journal Pages
FROM A DARKNESS
There was a time in life when all I saw in me was darkness. I damned myself beyond deserving and, in doing, denied and impaired much good I was able, still, to live. Such time is past, and I better see now—in this human condition—we all have our shadow-points as well as illuminations. […]
Journal Pages
MATTERS OF THE HEART
Love is funny, and we learn this as we grow; maturing and becoming more comfortable with its truths rather than misled in ideal. In the end, love is not about ourselves at all; but is that which we wish and will for others. Our only controlling is in that, of it, we […]
Short Story
FELLOWSHIP OF SOLITUDE
Ryan planted alone: north then south, back and forth; forty foot swaths at a time, pass by pass, until the field was done. At the field’s north end, Ryan turned, returning south in parallel to last pass’ tracks; and as he planted, he gazed on another tractor working out […]