All Posts By: Byron McCoy

          “…But such is a foolish thought that rises and sets when Light does the same, that appears when the world speaks through colors to a solitude in soul.  You let it go when the Light rises or sets beyond its colored canvas of dreams.  You return to living as Light illumed: to be a […]

I wrote this from a thought after reading a poem by Tom Del Braco that made me think.

If you think it’s worth it, why not try?

What do you do with a dream?

                The sun came up today.  It rose above from the horizon into a band of clouds, cresting again and splintered upon the crown of a barn behind our home scattering light in fractal rays from sky to earth.  I went outside to witness, and my youngest son joined.  He played with “his kitty” which […]

          For two days, I have witnessed sunrises with souls of fire wake outside my window: peach and fuchsia overtones above a backdrop of orange light that color the world before sun ever shows.  As dawn draws nearer to its rise, the orange background burns away in transcending hues—fainter oranges, indigos, yellow-blue, and then the […]