The Deacon
When his name was announced What the silence pronounced Was the soul of the Sabbath Day crowd They had come here to see The…
Read MoreWhen his name was announced What the silence pronounced Was the soul of the Sabbath Day crowd They had come here to see The…
Read MoreIt was Christmas Eve in the year of our lord 1999. Loneliness had settled in like a cold winter fog and lay heavy on…
Read MoreBy the dawn’s early light Came the end of the night Where his demons had ransacked his soul He had slept between screams He’d…
Read MoreGranny Garrard was a very important part of my life until her death on April 12, 1982. After that, the memories of her have…
Read MoreAn insignificant spec, repeatedly unnoticed, In a world where nature is usually considered beauty. Illustrating perseverance and craftsmanship, Floating without wings, Intertwining glistening strands…
Read More“Grandpa…I want to play with you.” This sound drifted up to me from the smiling face of my granddaughter, her deep brown eyes shining…
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