There was light in the dawn Spreading over separating waters, Sweeping over drying land As the dust sprouted people and grass. Chasing dusk with dawn and dawn, dusk, Life from the word, and the word was “Good,” The word from the light in the dawn. There was light on the tree, Hammered down with nails nine inches long, Poured out as an offering of love On the masses and their children, Wrapped in cloths and lain in a tomb And left three days before anyone came, Three days from the light on the cross. There was light outside the grave That could not keep himRead More →

“And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes, and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain; for the former things are passed away.” –Rev 21:4 I slipped into my grandpa’s room, Eyes swollen from crying, Fear gripping my heart, Expecting to see a shriveled-up skeleton With sunken eyes filled with despair. Imagine to my surprise, I found Just my grandpa, looking small in the bed, Shriveled up yes, but my, there’s that same sparkle In his eyes, and smile on his lips! “Grandpa,” cried I, “What’s this joy I see? How can youRead More →

The street lamp lured the two young vagrants towards their only hope of warmth in the dark night. The store was closed, but a lock pick fixed that in short order. Inside, the young man cursed. “It’s as dark in here as it is out there. Find a light.” “How?” the shabbily dressed girl asked. “I can hardly see my hand in front of my face.” Maybe they couldn’t. I could see just fine. Not that there was much to see, besides me, anyway. I was the main thing for sale around here. This place was generic Corporate America. No different from any other corporateRead More →

I originally penned my twist on Occam’s Razor five years ago, in a sci-fi novel that has not been released yet, and I’ll spare you the details, but lately I’ve been finding just how true it is, or rather how needed it is, as Occam’s options of “stupid or malicious” are making way too many folks feel good about themselves for calling political foes in particular stupid rather than evil–and then there are the folks who note stupidity often doesn’t explain someone’s political views, and therefore feel justified in their assumption anyone with views that oppose theirs are malicious and deliberately causing harm. This isRead More →

I wrote this in college at eighteen or nineteen years old. Note Sheol is the place of the dead in ancient Hebrew. Sheol There used to be others here, once. But that was a long time ago. They told me pretty stories, fables, Things I have never felt, Touched, heard, or tasted. She, I think she was my mother, Spoke of color and light, She spoke of stars above, A world without pain so constant You forget it is there, But it was all a lie. There is no light, Just this suffocating darkness. I trip and stumble, My fingers are oozing again. I placeRead More →