All snowflakes start from a particle of dust. As they fall through the wet womb of the cloud, they grow feathers or spikes or wings: each according to its journey.
Read MoreHis feet dragged through the sand. There was no reason to walk down into the valley. It hadn’t rained since he had last been there, and his sheep would find nothing but starving locusts.
Read MoreIt should be simple to return home. Honestly, it should be simple to do a lot of things that aren’t simple.
Read MoreThings are not always what they seem. Just consider ash and time. The end of a thing. The true unmoved mover. Remnants. Immutability.
Read MoreFor those of you who are liturgically minded, you will know that tomorrow starts the season of Lent. Lent is my second favorite liturgical season (behind ordinary time).
Read MoreWisdom is radiant and unfading, and she is easily discerned by those who love her, and is found by those who seek her.
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