All Posts By: Byron McCoy

LISTEN

“…in possibility one can go astray in all possible ways, but essentially two.  One form is the wishful, yearning form, the other is the melancholy fantastic—on the one hand hope; on the other, fear or anguished dread.”—Soren Kierkegaard             I don’t want to go astray.  I don’t want to go too far chasing dreams I […]

WHEN THE WORLD CHANGED

            I lived days I lost myself in thought, when discovering me again, I witnessed clouds shift, sun break, and sky show with a new and beautiful light.  I don’t know what it meant, if it meant anything at all, but I observed.  I witnessed how—in a thought—heavens moved, light shone, and the world illuminated […]

NEW DAY

            Even as our better selves, there are day when we still fail: days when we mess up, days we fall short, do wrong, hurt, and disappoint.  This is not a failure in faith, nor a lack of its presence.  It is a failure of the Man in which we are made.  We are imperfect […]

CLARITY

            I write in the mornings.  I begin when the sky is black and nothing shows.  I write, and the thought and sky begin to glow.  The sky warms from the horizon up, muted hues of a light yet revealed.  When the thought I wish to share completes, dawn breaks and I am blinded and […]

SPOILED

            It is after dark before I am home.  The house is quiet, and the children are “in bed,” having a sleepover in Audrey’s room.             I shower, washing free the dirt from a day in the field, and when I exit the bathroom, a child waits in the kitchen with their mother.  He “can’t […]

FOOLISH

            “…I’ve worked through my fear of feeling foolish.  Doesn’t it take a certain degree of foolishness to open up to anyone: to leave ourselves exposed to all kinds of risks and hurts?  But doesn’t the same foolishness also open ourselves to all kinds of good that might come too?  Before, I guarded myself in […]