"And so the fool impelled his burly brawn / Toward wrangling in the sun." You can see where this is going.
Kept Back
This week, I'm still pondering.
The Fountain and the Dying Man
Where do you try to quench your thirst?
A Central Asian Birthday
We're all looking for something. We found it in a mud-brick house in the slums of a Central Asian capital.
At the Door
A hungry beggar looked and asked, "Might he to one so mean impart / Such life and with it hope endow?"
A Call For Submissions
We'd like to hear a piece of your story, and we'd like to share it with others who'd like to hear it, too. So we're calling for your submissions.
All In
"As hatchlings dread the truth that they must fledge, / So trembled the small boy back from the ledge." But then his father spoke.
Meeting With a Saint
The people of God are largely a forgotten people. And theirs are the names that are engraved on the palm of the Creator God of the universe, names that will remain forever, forgotten in this life perhaps, but not for a second forgotten by the One who brought them into being and sustains their every breath and will hold them in his omnipotent arms forever.