He is and He is here and He is here now

Write, he thought. Write of the years gone by, when things were bleak and hopeless, write as much as you can about them now, because soon they will be impossible to recall with an emotional vividness, soon they will be drowned out in an ocean of joy. Write those scenes, those moments of the darknessContinue reading “He is and He is here and He is here now”

Blessed are those who wash their robes

There was an almighty roar of chaos, and the dragon struggled mightily against its chains. Mountains fled and men hid, and still the man fought mightily against his demons, growing stronger and stronger as the name of Christ reverberated from his lips throughout the abyss. And at the crescendo of chaos, somehow a small stillContinue reading “Blessed are those who wash their robes”

Night Dawns

The pink of the sunset, which is a pink beyond all rational comprehension of the concept of pinkness, is most exulted when clouds obscure the light. A sunset with no clouds is a sterile male with no prospect of a lover. The clouds are impregnated with eternal links of light. And the pink lives withinContinue reading “Night Dawns”

Interregnum

If I started a passage, if I began the written word, with no goal in mind beyond the will to write, would something come from it? I write while I live, and even if all narratives are melting into a single entity designed to reign over us, I still will write as a human, asContinue reading “Interregnum”

Entangled Shadows

And in the corner of their vision, there were shadows that lingered a bit too long, shadows which reluctantly receded when direct gaze was fixed upon them, always allowing for rational modernity to keep close the binding fear of cataclysmic evil. But post-modern inclinations always allowed for the distant possibility that these shadows were real,Continue reading “Entangled Shadows”

Stillness and Sickness

Drunkenness is solitary because it calls forth a battle waged in the soul, a battle which many wish not to even glimpse much less fight. Because when I am walking my dog, and I see the clouds dimpled across the sky and lit forth with the dazzled sun, I see something which forces my solitaryContinue reading “Stillness and Sickness”

This is 40

How many times now have you recited the same dialogue with your family, a vestigial reference to an organic moment of joy with them from ages past. Now though, this dialogue keeps the demons at bay, keeps it all from spilling forth because you don’t even know what will spill forth, but whatever it is,Continue reading “This is 40”

Split atoms

God’s benevolence is receding from the world as darkness envelopes it. Taboos are cloaking devices; things which slither and whisper and pry further open the abyss are hidden behind shimmering beams of passivity. There is no passivity in the wild evening sunlit air though: more astonishment, incomprehensible things which strike me dead in their fullness,Continue reading “Split atoms”

My God, Light

All of them, infinite leaves in shimmering green, move and lift and settle with the eastern September wind. And the light, my God the light of the setting sun against shimmering, wavy branched leaves. It sets me beyond language beyond time beyond doubt beyond pain beyond worry and shame, into a bliss of unending fortune.Continue reading “My God, Light”