In A Mystical Moment

I always see television shows portray family trips as horrendous forays the wrong way across the river Styx.  The dad is always intent on driving as many miles a day as possible, refusing to stop for any reason other than fuel.  The mom is always lecturing the rest of the family about togetherness and/or descending…

The Heavens Declare

   The heavens declare the glory of God, the skies proclaim the work of His hands. Day after day they pour forth speech, night after night they reveal knowledge. They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them. Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to…

Blue: A Poem from Deus Vincit

  A gentle ripple breaks the surface That shines like glass under the moon It moves on in concentricity Continually changing shade of blue   Upon the far side of the water Stands a mountainside cold and gray Reflecting snow shows amongst the crags And shadows of blue here also lay   Frailest wisps of cloud meander through A dark blue sky of…