Falling Winter Sky

The light falls silently in wafting frozen trickles from the heavens. Faraway I can hear the creeks crackling under the hard frozen air, as near as the glistening ice which forms upon the verdant grasses. The tall reeds of the Meadow waver and stiffen wavering against the cruel North winds. My breath goes out of … Continue reading Falling Winter Sky


What sweetness to the ear, like honey upon one`s thoughts, glistening and undulating between the cracks of savage savored loss. What a cool balm in a desert of desperate desertion of hopes, such as that contained within the Masters voice: “Thou Art Forgiven” Before the Judge can utter a word, I know my own guilt. … Continue reading Forgiven

The LORD`s Day

Worship Service starts at 2:30pm. Sermon by Pastor Michael Johnson “In those days a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be registered. This was the first registration when Quirinius was governor of Syria. All went to be registered, each to his own town – and Joseph also went up from … Continue reading The LORD`s Day

Fruit Tree

The light is slowly leaking out of the room, sucked away with the sun`s retreat behind the bleary blanket of a waning winter afternoon sky.

The light left gives an autochrome-like graininess to the air in the one-room flat. Its towering ceiling is easily twice a man`s height.

Long white curtains flow softly down from three tall windows. The shades are drawn down two of them, and halfway down the middle one, where one can see, through the irregularities in the glass, the roofs and sides of other London flat buildings against the colorless clouds.

The door rests in its fluted Victorian molding at one edge of the wall opposite, and at the other is Nick`s mattress, jammed into the corner as much as possible, as far from the light as possible.

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