Thunder and Lightning
It is a city of spires and the shadows they cast. The first raindrop from a coming storm rests in …
It is a city of spires and the shadows they cast. The first raindrop from a coming storm rests in …
What might have been is still waiting at the horizon, where the world drops off into whatever happens beyond our …
Today’s disciples are full of missionary fervor, the private moment a distraction. Silence is to be feared and filled with …
Appearances and vanishings: The sound of a rosebud opening. Leaves turning, released by the trees to fend for themselves on the …
It doesn’t happen so you would notice, the framework becoming the groundwork for the next layer of destiny. The light …
Someday it may be rash to say spring is approaching. We go about our mindless business unaware that we really …
Gray morning, rain washes roses. Mrs. Rafferty hangs washing in hope of better things to come. I approach this day …
One by one the fragments gather, float at the fringe of light outside the room where you lie in the …