Beyond the Bulwark

The old voice summons in a chorus of redwings. I walk out beyond the bulwark where I am known not by names but by substance. There is a spirit in the world that is causing me to see my darker iniquities. A better prayer would often be Dear Lord, forgive me for what I once […]

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Real

Fiery maples arced over streets turned aisles of cathedrals. We were young, still creatures of earth, walking to school singing hymns of becoming, whispering prayers of someday. We are here now and whatever we believe brought us to this presence, it will prove faith arcing to faith and love arcing to love. The world is […]