she writes of shadows that she has seen ( Read more... )

an old book upon my lap
and pot of cocoa steaming
she smiles and looks across to me
do you hear the violin now my dear?
or is it merely my
imagination

...and that's all folks. 2024 is a wrap - in comes 2025. Happy New Year, one and all!! I do hope to write a 2024 retrospective at some point - maybe in poetry, maybe in prose, who can tell? - but for now I wanted to write at least a few words to mark the day as I'm not sure how the rest of this day shall go! This morning was lovely - nice ( Read more... )

This morning the dark lingers. The depth of winter grasps onto the light and keeps it away and while I would appreciate the first rays of sunlight to creep over the horizon, I know I must wait a few more minutes yet. Even so, I now appreciate the fact that I am beginning this week as the year winds to an end and I reflect over all that has been ( Read more... )

Why does she keep writing? I wish to echo her song but I keep finding myself left behind. There's a piece of magic in the pieces that proceed from her pen, a poetry that expresses itself in such a manner that would be envied by the Romantics of yesteryear. I find myself speechless. Hence why I retreat back to my own garret and proceed to ( Read more... )

Leaning across the chessboard
that even she can't see
moving pieces shrouded
by the remnants of their
humanity
the board is in shadows
and the queen topples
in silence
i wonder who moves
the other side

One more book to discuss this beautiful Christmas Eve day.

69. Good Tidings of Great Joy by C.H. Spurgeon. A fantastic little book pointing us to the beauty and wondrous truth that is the incarnation of Christ. A book I've been looking forward to reading for some time, I decided it was a perfect "Christmas read". And so it has turned out to be ( Read more... )

Book review post! (Surprise!)

68. Art and Fear by David Bayles & Ted Orland. A book about making art and all the perils that come with. Was a bit disappointed by it as I think maybe I expected something a bit more profound? Yes, the authors weren't trying to write a treatise on the meaning of Art or about what comprises art (Everything? ( Read more... )

How lovely it is to know and be known by God. This morning I rest in Him, knowing that I am safe and secure in His care, knowing that my future is bright beyond all imagining. And I do not count my future bright because I tabulate up the money or prestige that may one day be mine, nor because I consider all the love that comes my way from those ( Read more... )

A few random writings on this cold December night.

oh some days he wants to ( Read more... )