(poetic prose)
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The Still River Hike
“The river” is a thing, but always in motion. So never really the same. It couldn’t be “the river” without its unmoving bed.
Mist
Layered, cyclical Ordinary, phenomenal Predictable, mysterious Like love
Thundering velvet hand
…a thundering velvet hand His gentle means of sculpting souls took me years to understand
Angels In the Mist
Hours earlier, these droplets formed out of the morning mist. Settled here, they endow even greater beauty to an already beautiful image of God’s presence in nature’s cathedral. On this altar, these droplets are separate, yet from, and of, the same substance. The same essence. They will, hours from now, be transformed, imperceptibly, still theContinue reading “Angels In the Mist”
Cheryl loving me
When the wind whistles through my helmet, I sometimes hear whispers mixed into it.
Feel with Neil 