Walking a Hole in the Wind

I walked to talk, and talked to feel—God met me in both.
Tall walls. Walls that even sunlight cannot penetrate. No sound. No scent.

I walked to talk, and talked to feel—God met me in both.

A field report from the frontlines of long-term love.

We must run with horses

Do not be fooled by the lamp of the wicked.

With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?

The loneliest people are the kindest. The saddest people smile the brightest. The most damaged people are the wisest. All because they do not wish to see anyone else suffer the way they do.

He calms the windstorm; The waves of the sea grow quiet.

To stand still is the cruelest exile.

A love note to a faithful companion through life

Drunk with the scent of absence as the sword spun behind.