Oh Lord,
You know of my secret trepidation. This fear that is staunchly seated in the very depths of me of apathy and stagnation. When I read that You are never-changing, this is my greatest comfort, and my very anxiety. Death, be it Heaven or hell, suffuses images of the “same,” and this [...]
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To My Savior Upon My Deathbed
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An Old Man By the Road
Posted in Prose on June 5, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
He might have been a grandfather – the ancient creases of memories upon his face and hands, and I imagine a child on his knee, and a twinkle in his eye – except for the derelict lawnchair he sat on, and his curious decision to position it by the side of the road, with a [...]
