Setup: The character, Jasper, finds himself in a very real-feeling vision, where he’s in a desert having to face the accusation and pain of all the people who have hurt him or whom he believes he has hurt in his life. It’s a desert of self-condemnation and loneliness; essentially, this world of lies that he’s …
Continue reading Meeting Yeshua-excerpt from unpublished novel “Deserts”
I used to look up at the stars and feel like I mattered. Because even in possession of all this vast beauty, God still made me. I existed, and that had to mean something. I’m not sure how or when this feeling began to fade. I don’t know if it was merely childhood resilience that …
Beams of gold-flecked light sift through the trees as if through a sieve Reflecting the hidden glow in my soul It pulses like a heart, a candle in the dark, as I Weave through this mysterious forest at the birth of dusk And I’m learning how to trust, forging a way through this dirt at …
Trust Me These words I urge are impressed on your chest but you Resist Now, I know you grapple with consistency and You know you don’t have to impress me but You run when failure rises in your face But this staring contest is not a race, not a trial to see who will fall …
“For a moment of silence Theoden stood looking down at Eomer as he knelt still before him. Neither moved. ‘Will you not take the sword?’ said Gandalf. Slowly Theoden stretched forth his hand. As his fingers took the hilt, it seemed to the watchers that firmness and strength returned to his thin arm. Suddenly he …
Poetry, it pulls on my spirit limbs Mystifying the natural and calling the child to wide open This plain becomes hills, rolling away Horizons stretch and dip this flesh in magic Awaken, awaken to the song whistling through the ranges Away, away out there, far but oh so near Let the enchantment turn your ear …
I told someone the other day that I get to go to New Zealand this year, which is a country I’ve wanted to visit since I was a young teenager. She proceeded to tell me that she heard it was rated the most beautiful country in the world. And that got me thinking. What is …
“Crightooon?” Her sing-song lilt warms me inside, though a cool autumn fog gathers around my squatting form. I like it when she says my name like there is no one she’d rather play with, but it’s probably not that. My sister Chay probably sent her after me. And Mother no doubt sent Chay. Supper time …
What if we embraced the ability to offer grace, To look at our own faces and see the maps that lead to hope Instead of the scars around our throats Closing them off like a void, depriving the world of our voice? What if we could learn to release the glory inside itching to be …
So, here I am. Performing on one of the biggest stages in the nation. It’s a dream, a pinnacle of hopes and hard work, a streak-free reflection of what I always imagined. My chest thumps in time with the beats of the violins, my feet react at just the right second during every turn, every …
Denica McCall 