All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               “’You are kind,’ answered Frodo.  ‘But I do not think that any speech will help me.  For I know what I should do, but I am afraid of doing it, Boromir: afraid…                I think I know already what counsel you would give, Boromir,’ said Frodo.  ‘And it would seem like wisdom but for […]

               Season lived, undecided, and as trees of the riverbank bloomed and showed with spreading buds, a cold rain fell from low-ceiling clouds in sky.  Together, they walked the streets, crossing river over century bridges that spanned its course looking down on budded banks and rain-dappled face of the Seine.                 The city was not […]

               “In those days, there was no king in Israel: but every one did that which seemed right to himself.”—Judges 21: 24 __________                They walked upon trail through woods beneath winter sky of somber gray.  In movement, dampened leaves of slow fall in night before collapsed with muted sound beneath their weight in steps.  […]

          “Are there limits to the ways one can love?” he asked.           “I believe the only limit is the bound of our own acceptance to allow it to express,” she answered.  “There is always a way, always a means, and it doesn’t have to make sense or fit a set design.  If God is […]

               “Don’t adventures ever have an end?  I suppose not.  Someone else always has to carry on the story.”—J.R.R. Tolkein, The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring ___________                She paused on the line; read again, breathing slow and deep, brushing waved hair back from fall beside and before her face: affected […]

               “…that great and singular movement of a heart that begins to love is a very obscure and a very sweet thing…all that might have been love in the whole course of his life flowed together in a sort of ineffable light.                 It was the second white apparition he had encountered.  The Bishop had […]

               The winter front brought sky of low ceiling, a slow moving gray with mournings of rain between arid eyes of melancholy, a light wind on the air that left the sense of dampness even when rains withheld and stayed in somber sky.                Under its cast, Ryan and Emma walked the streets of the […]

               “A shift in Universe, what do you mean?” she asked.  “What are you speaking of?”                He smiled, “Maybe, in speaking open and true before God—or Universe—if that’s what we want to call It; being open and vulnerable before sensing and sentient force; It understands.  It recognizes and discerns sincerity, goodness of heart indifferent […]