Sincere

“Every poet and musician and artist, but for Grace, is drawn away from love of the thing he tells, to love of the telling.” C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce The days have been sweet and beautiful, full and expansive. Unfamiliar faces have become dear and precious. We have laughed and healed and changed. Still, somethingContinue reading “Sincere”

The Real

Call this country what you may: the City of Wait, the Island of Hopes Deferred, God’s Silence, Barren Tree, Whittling Point. This land is rugged, ravaged, bleak, and spare; its inhabitants spend their days in continual twilight; their moments are occupied with any distraction to ward off each coming night. So. You have left theContinue reading “The Real”