Transcending
Ocean waves lapping on a lonely shore;they cause deep stirrings within.My soul drifts toward this natural call,and I move from a place herein.The wind through the trees when leaves are no more;whispers of something unspoken.It…
Inspiring Faith and Creativity & Exploring the Arts through a Spiritual Lens
Ocean waves lapping on a lonely shore;they cause deep stirrings within.My soul drifts toward this natural call,and I move from a place herein.The wind through the trees when leaves are no more;whispers of something unspoken.It…
The two stared at each other for a moment before Mary Mason took off running. Nancy blinked before taking off after her. “Hey! Stop! Jane! Emily! Help! Someone call the police!” Jane came out of…
My Dears Div and Orce, Did I read the field report on you two buffoons’ recent performance correctly or could my spy—err, a passerby that just happened to notice and then just happened to mention…
“Hello Joyce! Do you recognize me?” asked the doctor, rushing to her side. “No,” Joyce hesitated, afraid to give the wrong answer. “Good, good. You are not supposed to know me at all. Actually, the…
Seraph-spread wings And the wings of the tree Branches like outstretched arms And hands pinioned, punctured The taste of honey and vinegar Agony and Ecstasy Rough-wool clad Naked unto God Seraph-sealed lips And the eyes…
After a bit of coaxing, Nancy finally got the full story out of Helen. Helen took a deep breath, a sign that Nancy understood to mean that Helen was practically furious, and told Nancy everything…
Almost as soon as they got to Nancy’s house, Nancy rushed up the stairs to her room and began writing down all of the poems. “What are you doing that for?” asked Emily, sitting down…
My Dear Nazi, How dare you! How dare you! Have I not—for the last millennia, I might add—been preaching vigilance to you worthless fools? Have I not repeatedly warned you that the Enemy would eventually…
Early one morning, in the first week of March, Gabriel woke up startled. He was actually hearing his wife singing a lullaby song in her native language – a song he had heard many times…
Beaumont knew the moment when his prisoner understood his news that her beloved outlaw was dead. Unlike most women he knew, she did not burst into tears or wail loud enough to bring down the…
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