The clouds stream across the sky drug, I daresay by the very fingers of God as one scrapes fingernails across the chalkboard. He claws his Almighty way in, an angry protest, rending the heavens to speak of hope. Reality Beyond … Continue reading
Faith is the most resilient of weeds wringing moisture from arid ground steadfastly hoping beyond shadows of life more verdant than yet seen.
Then there was Jesus. The Christ. The Timeless One. He both speaks and questions existence and all the fragile meaning we hope to contain within our days like glass jars filled with spice. He is life’s essence, distilled preserved saved … Continue reading
Hope is better than Certainty which is illusory. In Flickering Pixels we bask and trust, baptized in self-important iridescence. Outside the camp site with hearth still hot home is the heart of the matter. Living stones not pixels flickering Steadfast … Continue reading
The fires of hell burn hot and high, licking crumbs of mortality from underneath the granite table of eternity but The Fire of Hope burns deeper and hotter and fiercer still preparing a place to dine not below, underneath, or … Continue reading
Sometimes you want to scream at the world, tell it to back off, take a hike, pick on someone its own size. Sometimes you get tired of the way things are. One more life trampled, one more crushed by the … Continue reading
You have heard and even seen what has been said by lips touched and glowing, red hot from the coal freshly plucked from Holy Fire. Yet the revolution has ceased to burn or turn within, turns instead what has been … Continue reading