All Posts By: Byron McCoy
REASON FOR DREAMS
Last night, our smalltown held a “Meet the Cards” Night in our high school gym where every fall middle school, high school team—and player—were announced and introduced to all who came to see. It is our oldest two’s first year as high schoolers. We arrive late and sit near the rafters—great view […]
OLD WAY
He smiled on Anna across in room, in sit and rest beside lampstand in thread of needle’s eye; her wetting of the stand, fine ended for thread and draw and set for sew and mend of broken button back to blouse’s front. She loved the blouse, five petaled button sign. So did he: […]
REVERENCE
They spoke of books and stories read, stories known by one and some by both, and of the second they gave greater time, better beginning points of mind. Then from the books and stories read of library finds, dreams and histories of others, they turned to works and words of one another. […]
TWO FOR TWO
My wife and I went to Mass this morning. On way, I prayed to God that something in the service—reading, homily, or song—may speak to her message she might need. Unknowing what such is, I pray and leave it up to God. Father’s Day, we went to Mass as a family. In front […]