Allow the Infinite to be Infinite

Allow the Infinite to be Infinite

A Selection from Seasons of Contemplation: A Book of Midnight Meditations   Life doesn’t have a singular purpose and yet we try to pigeonhole this infinite gift by searching for a single meaning behind our existence. We hunger for meaning the way a starving man...
The Nature of Our Relief

The Nature of Our Relief

A Selection from Seasons of Contemplation: A Book of Midnight Meditations   We all have those things that help us carry on through life. It is important that these things upon which we depend for daily strength are healthy for our character rather than harmful....
Dormant Answers | A Poem

Dormant Answers | A Poem

A selection from Vagabonds and Sundries   I sat for a time by the burning bush. A naked child among the harsh winds yet, while the flames were high, they gave no warmth. I sat for a time at the foot of the mountain waiting for the prophet to descend, in need of...
Ashes, Dust and Air | A Poem

Ashes, Dust and Air | A Poem

A selection from Vagabonds and Sundries   And in that moment I saw The beginning, Middle And end And surrendered myself To the climb, The leap And the fall We all must...
Every Journey is a Pilgrimage

Every Journey is a Pilgrimage

As readers, we live vicariously through the adventurers of our generation. We read the chronicles of those who left the comforts of home to strike out into the untamed and unknown, and through absorbing their experiences we are emboldened to heed our own yearnings for...