All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               “In the history of philosophy, friendship was always considered a value, but Saint Thomas is the first to make charity a kind of friendship.  In order to reach this conclusion that charity is indeed a form of friendship, he takes pains to reason very rigorously.  He asks himself what are the characteristics of friendship.  […]

               November’s gone, December’s new, from first-snow in fall through day before that melted in the eve they woke to morning frost, gray, and ice on the trees bowing boughs weighted in carry of the burden.                Winter greens, last live of garden, shadowed darkly in a green suggesting death.  But the cold was not […]

               He stared, frozen, in recognize of overt sign—symbol, plain and clear, on cover of the book.  It is strange the way, when one opens and enters into the Spiritual, how spirits answer.                 For every force, there is equal and opposite reaction—test and measure of the soul. In seek and find of God and […]

               Another game, another day of city drawn in upon itself; little outward signs of life in hours of time when such was on a screen.                From vitality of night before, parks and walks and city’s streets became again their own, eerie of way when strong collective thought brought outward life to close, drawn […]

               She sat at table in open room and wait for the sun to rise.  Coffee beside; book, journal, and pen before, she waited for inspiration—moment-burst of idea’s appearing.  She would write it when it came which, through trial and time, she learned came most often with the sun; in daylight’s break in orb from […]