Christian Thought, Christian Literature
Spring. Before. — Rain. Not snow. But almost. Drench down leaves. Sleeping wood. Soak ice rocks. Thaw ice dirt. Drown ice mud. Green grass still green. Yellow grass might be green again. Green trees ever green. Brown branches might bear green again. Bulbs hibernating. Seeds waiting. Patient, already itching inside. Up, out soon. Warm not Read More …
As a lover of music, and increasingly over my years, a lover of lyrics, there are few artists who I respect completely for the art that they pour into their songs. Read More …
House Cleaning by Elizabeth Thomas Eng. 101 – Stanford Oct. 10, 1979 Regardless of whether a woman spends her day in the home or at a job, there are some tasks she must do that are inevitable. One of these jobs is housecleaning. This can be a simple process if a few basic Read More …
I was born of a wicked root long past, and little of that day I should now know, but to my own father I came at last and sad recognition his face did show. This revealed that which I was unaware: adopted into royal care and love, I’d grown and thrived in wholesome garden air Read More …
I know it’s cold. Snowflakes fall and melt on these bare hands. The flakes seem drawn by somethin’ to my skin. Cheeks, nose, and hands. Everything else is covered by cotton, wool, or the scruff of a mussed beard. All the skin I can see is the tip’a that nose and these hands. Snowflakes fall Read More …
Why would a man as young as I am purchase a house as old and worn and tired as this? How lowly must a man value his time to adopt a responsibility so unflaggingly constant? How lonely? Nothing here will appreciate. There is no return from day to day. But it is mine. Undeniably mine. Read More …
My Morningly Visit — and every day begins with coffee; the fresh ground percolations pull me out of the echoing caverns of league-deep sleep. — Sleepy illusions compose the newspaper of imagination. A well-wrought column greets the morning with an enthusiastic bow, but the writer didn’t run out for caffeine last night and his grammar Read More …
I have been missing out on something. As I write this, I am sitting in a public library for the first time in eight years. I know I’m young and have no idea what time is, but that seems to be a long time to not do something so basic. Maybe I just think it’s Read More …
Today’s Tantalus — Spread the ashes of last night’s meal over the corpse of its conversation. After-dinner mints won’t freshen the aftertaste. — Bitter because I sucked off the sweet and my tongue touched tart. Pucker at the thought: so sour. — Too impatient to let her marinate. Too careless, I was stewing. There is Read More …
Two too bright lights come fast over the crest of the hill. Fast enough to make me nervous for my back end. And my neck. But the assumed high-performance engine must be complemented by high-performance brakes. And both meet the road with high-performance tires. He began braking soon after topping the hill and slowed to Read More …