A Flower No More than Itself
She was there on the mountain, still as the fig tree and the failed wheat. Only the lizards and a …
She was there on the mountain, still as the fig tree and the failed wheat. Only the lizards and a …
… Creatures speak in sounds. The word of God is silence. The secret word of God’s love can be nothing …
Is my soul asleep? Have those beehives that work in the night stopped? And the water wheel of thought, is …
Sweet Jesus, talking his melancholy madness, stood up in the boat and the sea lay down, silky and sorry. …
The Day We Die The day we die the wind comes down to take away our footprints. The wind makes …
Mountains, a moment’s earth-waves rising and hollowing; the earth too’s an ephemerid; the stars – Short-lived as grass the stars …
All that matters is to be at one with the living God to be a creature win the house of …
Black hair and red cheeks: for how long? One moment, and the silver threads run through. Open the blinds: the …
Do not look with fear on the changes and chances of this life; rather look to them with full faith …
In the west, we see death as an enemy to be conquered, or at least held at bay as long …
Essays, Art & Observations
Exploring the history of SHENANGO VALLEY, PA, one story at a time.
Reflections on the Journey
faith, hope and love
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