He grabbed her arm, striped with moonlight between trees still in the cold winter night.
Tag Archives: Truth
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?”
Excerpt 4 from an upcoming novel which may or may not ever finish.
Milieu He stopped believing in God once. It lasted a full morning. She was happy and secure once in the plastic garden of sterile comfort. Then the cancer struck her father, struck her family and the families entwined into her family and into the closely knit community masquerading as a church, struck with an almightyContinue reading “Excerpt 4 from an upcoming novel which may or may not ever finish.”
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”
Dreams
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”
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”
Anew Principium 