All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               Returning home from weekend escape into the wilds, she gazed on world in roll and pass of driving through.  Glint of the sun caught on stalks, pale and flaxen from harvest-fall, and the ground seemed richer, darker, in melt of the snow and moisture’s remain and sunlight of cloudless day.                She was ready […]

               “Would you like to work in the garden today?” he asked.  “I know the ground is probably heavy, and there’s a chance we’ll make a mess, but we can always amend if it isn’t right if we labor and work a little more.                It’s a beautiful day.                I want to be in […]

               “Moral perfection consists in man’s being moved to the good not by his will alone, but also by his sensitive appetite, as in the words of psalm: ‘My heart and flesh sing for joy to the living God.’”—Catechism of the Catholic Church, 1770. _____                There was something of the morning sun that touched […]

               Through window view of second floor shone evening fire sky in flame of orange and yellow light before onset of the reds and fade of violet hues, nighttime’s answer and western mirror to morning dawns and suns of the east.                Awed, alive, inflamed at fire sky, she signed her spirit in start of […]