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MELANCHOLY

               Dawn appeared as muted melancholy, morning energy unfelt for many weeks—grey skies and slow fall rain that made dimple-marks on shallow puddles spread before his view—rain, even as little as it was, that would sustain much in the stressed earth around.                There was no wind, and the air held damp, still and cool.  […]

CHANGING PAGE

               “Have you ever tried to read a book, over and over, again and again; but never make it far into?”                It doesn’t hit.  It doesn’t speak.  It doesn’t fix your attention, make you think, seem to leave an effect at all.                 Then…maybe from different vantage, moment, state and place in spirit and […]

RESERVOIR

               In bow of the boat, air rushed fast over Kiely’s form, in press and blow over front and face as she looked forward in sight of path and chosen line ahead; and then, turning back, the wind on back and a pocket of stillness made for breath and rest behind in body’s break as […]

INTERIOR CASTLES

               “Maybe that’s gift of the meek,” he spoke, “to sense the unsaid, discern the unshown; recognition and affinity toward other souls that seem, in way, similar to ours; an understanding outside ability to explain, but to know and believe it so.”  He paused, cautious, aware to vulnerability in such speaking, and followed, “Then again, […]

AN INNOCENCE

               White dust rose in wake from limestone road as he drove the two-lane road bisecting fields and tracts of land in neat square-mile grid.  Crops told themselves by change in colors, row spacing, heights, and leaves.                 Corn shone in thirty inch rows, leaves dark green in upward column rise, levels of leaves opening […]

ETERNAL RELIC

               “Do what you will, you cannot annihilate that eternal relic in the heart of man, love.”—Victor Hugo, Les Miserables                Oh, but how world will try: to denounce the beautiful as ugly; to raise ugly as ideal; to call on suppression of spirit and obeisance to the mass; that beauty and love are decided, […]

SPACE BETWEEN

               “In his forty-third year William Stoner learned what others, much younger, had learned before him: that the person one loves at first is not the person one loves at last, and that love is not an end but a process through which one person attempts to know another.                They were both very shy, […]

1 CORINTHIANS 13

               “If I speak to you in tongues of mortals and of angels, but do not have love, I am a noisy cymbal.  And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.  […]