I’ve returned to an old practice: writing letters. There were times and years in my life when I lived distant and apart from many that I loved. I never said much over a phone, and the emotions, thoughts, and affinities I held within never seemed to speak—unless I wrote them down. Back then, I […]
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Faith / Journal Pages
A BAD MAN
I believe God sends us messages and signs when we are open to their receiving. I believe he sends rebukes when needed just as he sends encouragement when that is what our spirits need. To be open to the messages is to allow God to speak to the pieces and nature within us that […]
Journal Pages / Poetry
ASH HEAP
“Precious things make beautiful flames.”—John Steinbeck in letter to Carl Wilhelmson, 1930
Journal Pages / Poetry
HEART, UNKNOWN
Beyond ”being a light,” bear witness to the same, when seen, in another.
Journal Pages
MEASURE OF A SOUL
We will hurt people. We will help others. Which we’ve done, and to whom, we will never fully know. This is piece and ownership to living among world of competing hearts. What one wants, so too does another—whether time, object, or something else. When my time in this world is done, I pray […]
Faith / Journal Pages
THROUGH THE DECADES
I remember, as a child, they were always there. They would save us a pew as my mother and father worked to ready my sister and I for mass, and we arrived “right on time” or “just a little late”—same as I do with our children now. My grandmother and grandfather were there; […]
Journal Pages / Short Story
MORNING GUEST
He sat again with his angel again, resting at kitchen table with steam of coffee rising as sign and incense between vision of the two. “I’ve been reading Deuteronomy,” he shared. “I don’t think I’ve ever read it before, but the review and words of Moses at his end; his reiteration to honor […]
Journal Pages / Short Story
WITH MORNING SUN
He sat with the morning sun, with the cricket songs of late summer season that played day and night within surrounding fields. He sat with the vines, wet in after-rain, as droplets traced, beaded and fell downward from low tendrils and once-trumpet lily blooms brought to fruit by bees and beaks of hummingbirds drawn […]