A man went to find God in an old forest. He walked for days through vast tracts of wood and meadow, until he came upon a rot-smoldering stump. He sat down on the stump as it seemed a convenient chair to wait for god. Well, he thought this could be the stump of the tree … Continue reading Of Logs, Splinters, and God
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Haiku 12-4-19
He sees God’s hand, the way grasses lean north. She knows: autumn wind. Posted in response to the Ragtag Community Daily Prompt enchanted and the One Daily Prompt prediliection
In the Begin. . . .
A sound sounds and, sounding, rises, rises sounding loud, loud as the beginning, a beginning that is but noise a noise named God. And God is the sound, a sound full of its rising, that sounds a sound that wants an articulate for the inarticulate rumble of a sounding, a sounding empty of sound but … Continue reading In the Begin. . . .
Two Minds, Same House
She prays: “the rainbow— It's the full promise of god!” He sniffs the wet earth. In response to the Ragtag Daily Prompt word: petrichor. And the Word of the Day Challenge kin .
Even In Darkness
The link below resurrects the writelee.com post most appreciated by the readers. Even In Darkness
Religion Explained, or the Fates’ Apology
We began to weave before Eden. One spindled all the colors, of water, clay, and sunrise; one firmed the warp; another lanced the weft. We danced. And God (that dark anger) stepped into our sweet waltz with His Sinai stone word; yet how could we not dance our weave, and so wove such darkness—even mankind … Continue reading Religion Explained, or the Fates’ Apology
Even in Darkness
I have, on a moonless night, turned from the dark fail of mankind’s madness, to look on the dappled ageless sky-- before man made God and time-- and seen no emptiness, nor God, nor time— just the spark that gains my lively living eye. Here is a greater thing than faith: from dust of stars … Continue reading Even in Darkness
Millie Fray Brings God to the Open Mic
It is unlikely you know or know of Lon Darby. He is one of the unfortunate lost of our time—though if it were up to Millie Fray he'd be enshrined in mosques and temples and steepled churches right now. I had certainly never heard of him, nor of Millie Fray, before one night two weeks … Continue reading Millie Fray Brings God to the Open Mic
