All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               “They have no need to look up to the firmament and to read so as to know your word.  They ever ‘see your face’ and there, without syllables requiring time to pronounce, they read what your eternal will intends.  They read, they choose, they love.  They ever read, and what they read never passes […]

               “The surface meaning lies open before us and charms beginners.  Yet the depth is amazing, my God, the depth is amazing.  To concentrate on it is to experience awe—the awe of adoration before the transcendence and the trembling of love.” [i]—Saint Augustine _____                Annie rested in repose reading in white robe reclined on […]

               “The very queen of colours, which bathes with light all that we see, wherever I may be during the day, comes down upon me with gentle subtlety through many media, while I am doing something else and not noticing it.  But the light makes its way with such power that, if suddenly it is […]

               Fire of evening twilight took as immolation of the heavens, descent of the sun fading ember flame as in rose-cast light of east a blue moon rose.                He turned south on a country road, dust rising in wake of the end-August dry, mornings of heavy dew that blanketed the fields and settled the […]

(a continuation to “All There Is”) _____                “To read and write and love well the one you do…I meant that as a good beginning,” James told.  “As ideal, it’s a beautiful start.  I write better than I speak, and it takes time for me to make sense of what I wish to say.                […]