An Instinct for Worship

I stepped out of my front door this morning in order to head to work and suddenly I stopped short.  The air was very still.  This in itself was very odd because normally, where I live, wind is an ever-present.  However, it wasn’t the lack of wind which made me stop.  It was, of all things, a smell; a welcoming, honest smell.   In the darkness…

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…

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…