An Existential Fantasia
or, “What am I?” I’m a little bird. They told me so. From the moment light spilled through the cracks in my little shell, And I felt the rush of air […]
or, “What am I?” I’m a little bird. They told me so. From the moment light spilled through the cracks in my little shell, And I felt the rush of air […]
How could they stand there and watch You die? How could they watch and not weep, and mourn, and cry? Why do they spit and shout such cruel words? Can’t […]
When the mist on the mountains heralds the day, And the sun in its first strength drives it away. When the crow calls its mate, And the river finds the […]
Memories begin to flood my mind Of many failures and successes and Of abundant victories and distresses. And, yet, a comforting thought enters my mind; In Christ, true joy and […]