He grabbed her arm, striped with moonlight between trees still in the cold winter night.
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What seek ye?
Who is it that the true God seeks?He seeks the true worshippers.Only lies, cloaked dreary darkness, keep us from this realization.We are the true worshippers, and God seeks us. Camouflage yourself not, for these lies are from that which is passing away.Worship,Worship in spirit which is forever,and truth which no power can remove from aContinue reading “What seek ye?”
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”
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”
But for the color, snow which has been melting upon the ground for a week or so has a near identical appearance to sand on a beach… And both in reflection of a late afternoon sun appear the same. Waves of time lapped against his brow, and soon he was standing on both land andContinue reading “Dreams”
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”
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”
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”