3:45 pm, April 27, 2021 Then the Divine Energy formed a creature from the dirt of the earth and breathed into its nostrils the breath of life and the creature became a living being. (Genesis 2:7) The call had come… Continue Reading →
Riding a bicycle in a war zone The photo only shows a muddied hand extended from jacket’s blue sleeve palm up in the rubble strewn street fingers curled, nails polished bright red. It was enough. Seeing the image, her… Continue Reading →
Swimming the Depths Like a shadow or a friend this old companion, shape-shifting cloud, demon / mentor – who can tell? – is always at hand. We deny the shadow we hate, man’s best friend that bites when ignored and… Continue Reading →
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