Nature’s Apprentice

The task at hand is to find God in everything my attention rests upon: the stray dog’s assured gait on the muddy cobblestone street, the delicate warmth of building a fire on a cool night in a foreign land, the way my lover laughs openly into my eyes, the sensation of...

The Eye of the Storm

These are the days when my departure approaches as a cold wind at my back tugging me away from you and the warm fort I have built around my life. “There are cracks in the walls,” I say, “and I can only repair them from outside.” You hear me say this, but you don’t...

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