“There are some who can live without wild things, and some who cannot.” “Oh,” she said. “Oh.” “You can read, Kya. There will never be a time again when you can’t read.” “It ain’t just that.” She spoke almost in a whisper. “I wadn’t aware that words could hold so much. […]
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WHEN LOVE DIED
It was the autumn love died; when late summer drought browned the pastures premature and early frost killed the leaves of the woods that fell without color or splendor in transition. Bleak winter followed: colorless and dry until late snows fell and stayed heavy on the earth. Beneath, the world was changing. […]
MORNING GUEST
He sat again with his angel again, resting at kitchen table with steam of coffee rising as sign and incense between vision of the two. “I’ve been reading Deuteronomy,” he shared. “I don’t think I’ve ever read it before, but the review and words of Moses at his end; his reiteration to honor […]
WITH MORNING SUN
He sat with the morning sun, with the cricket songs of late summer season that played day and night within surrounding fields. He sat with the vines, wet in after-rain, as droplets traced, beaded and fell downward from low tendrils and once-trumpet lily blooms brought to fruit by bees and beaks of hummingbirds drawn […]
LUKE 11: “ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE” THE DIVISION OF SELF, AND THE LIGHT WITHIN US
LUKE 11 Luke 11 contains two strong parables. The first speaks to the importance of prayer and being sincere in our askings to God. Jesus speaks of knocking on the door of a friend in the night and how, if we keep asking, our friend will come to our aid. Jesus speaks too, that […]
LIGHT OF THE WORLD
Where, and how, do you feel God? Where, and how, do you find peace? The Light of the World gifts these to me.
ECCLESIASTES
ECCLESIASTES Today is a detour from the Gospel of Saint Luke. Reading Luke one chapter at a time and trying to break it down into thoughts, I needed a break and redirection. For this, I went back to one of my favorite books in the Old Testament: Ecclesiastes. For Ecclesiastes, I’m not breaking […]