She'll make it to the end as long as she holds fast her rope.
Hold Fast the Rope
The Decree
"And so the fool impelled his burly brawn / Toward wrangling in the sun." You can see where this is going.
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?"
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How Columbo Made Me Worship
"We sat in our pajamas on the couch under a blanket and did what you do on Sunday nights. We watched a rerun of Columbo." And something about it made me worship.
Together
How good it was to listen to the doctor's Detailed overview of all that she had done Because she'd started the conversation with "Everything went fine." How good it was to wait that extra 30 minutes While someone sleepy slowly woke up and nurses Did their nursing on the sun who lights my sky. How … Continue reading Together
Into Death Like His
I followed them, the restless, jeering lot, Down dusty, well-worn paths outside our town. Not even clamoring taunts and wails could drown The anguished cries of whip-flailed flesh now shot Clean through with nails. Him? Him whom I had sought For so long, pining for his peace? His crown Did not resemble one due him, … Continue reading Into Death Like His
Gripped
Imani knew there was more than the darkness of her mother's womb. There come days, however, that swallow up even the surest hope. Can we reverse the grip of darkness?