Christ comes to us in strange ways, in blessedly strange ways. I remember a day during the strange liminal space somewhere between St. Valentine’s Day and Lent, when the air still bites of winter but…
Over twenty years ago I converted to Islam with a group of Sufis in California with whom I shared many spiritual practices. We prayed together, fasted Ramadan together, and recited together which is called dhikr. …
~ by Charles A. Coulombe In midst of all, have I learned at last,present is embedded in the past.Sages say that the tree is bentas the seedling is, by nature, sent. Hunting, riding, friends I…
I scrawl my scattered dreams on screeds of paper. They drift and tumble about me like fading weeds in the wind… shallow rooted, stunted and unfinished. Then you step in. Scarred hands catch, to sift…
~ by Linda Lyons "All things have I seen in the days of my vanity; there is a just man that perisheth in his righteousness and there is a wicked man that prolongeth his life…
He had stood in the doorway for some time before his son noticed his presence. Spock was sitting near the window – in this case a roughly square hole hewn out of the rock –…
~ by M. C. Pehrson Early Christmas morning, Emma jumped out of bed and rushed to her window. Though she had prayed for a miraculous snowfall, she found fog instead. The old uneasiness began to…
I ride the King’s highway, wherever I go,relentless, regardless of friend or of foe.Ye ghoulish horrors that prowl by night beware or be tasted by sword-blade so bright. Though wild, deserted, this province I sing,belongs…
The woman standing in the doorway was tall, blue-eyed, with dark hair scraped back into a severe bun on the back of her head. She was wearing the uniform of a member of Starfleet Medical,…
~ by M. C. Pehrson Huge red and white candy canes hung from lamp posts along the boulevards while shoppers admired Christmas displays in frosted store windows. Carols drifted in the air, and strings of…
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