"The image of her clutching the shirt he'd wriggled free from before fleeing Potiphar's house earlier that afternoon appeared like a storm cloud over the horizon of his mind. He could not envision a positive outcome."
Joseph’s Descent
Last Christmas
Last Christmas angels parted golden skies With festal shouts of hope, goodwill, and peace. Night shepherds’ little lambs with whitest fleece Pressed in around my son to soothe his cries. Then men from ancient lands who analyze The stars appeared to us to our increase, For gold and fragrances that would release Us from our … Continue reading Last Christmas
It Probably Wasn’t That Silent
She writhed in pain just like every other mother who had ever given birth. Despite the chilly air, sweat formed on her brow. And how she screamed. Enough to rend her young husband's heart in two. The animals added to the general chaos. Their cries rose and fell with Mary's. Word had gotten out at … Continue reading It Probably Wasn’t That Silent