“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. […]
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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 […]
Short Story
FATED PAGE
For more than a year, the page lain marked—folded corner and blue-ribbon holder—waiting to be found again. On day in April, peak of spring, he arrived again: to moment when trial, tribulation, tested hope, and lived despair delivered in reward. She. Again… Face to face with focus of Destiny. “Cosette […]
Short Story
SPRING AFFECTIONS
They worked together under openness of arrived spring sky and in affections of season’s sense—the warmth of the sun and a cool in the wind as sky spoke in airy songs of birds around. Together, they toiled in labor that renewed, rather than exhausted, spirit. With shovel, they turned earth, softened tilth with […]
Short Story
AFTER THE BLOOM
As quickly as their season shone, the blossoms fell away; and in their departure, a melancholy settled as happens to spirits inclined and to weigh value in beauty when circumstance and appearance change. Through her lament—unspoken but discerned—he comforted; showing by his own means that beauty is not a gifted purpose in and […]