Chill the window pane on my warm brow, Tattered, shredded, drifting mist Floating by, silently enveloping Faces, forms, shapeless shadows, Treading, wandering, fleeting, Passing, moving, fading. Somewhere, whispering voices Distinct, lucid, faint, and distant, Near echoes stormy ocean waves Vying relentlessly with solid land, And there sway faint phantom trees. Here am I, confined, four …
Tag: Truth and Beauty
Beauty Worth Dying For
Somewhere decades ago a true story was told. It's interesting how somethings stay with you throughout life. I must have been around nine or ten years of age. My parents took me to yet another Protestant gathering. Another adult speaking as I fidgeted in my chair. A missionary, I think, I mean my mind was …
The Inkless Pen 