Weekday Communion: a little poem

In God alone my soul finds rest And oft I meet Him here: In the quiet, dim narthex, Breathing the churchly air. Babies here have been baptized And joyful couples wed; Funerals tearful bade goodbyes And pow’rful scriptures read. But as I sit now quietly- No sound but for the organ- I rather think this…

Royal: A Typewriter Story

I feel I should offer a few disclaimers before you read the following story: I do not drink, but apparently the narrator does. I love typewriters and mean no offense. No cats were harmed in the making of this story. Royal December 23, 2017 It was an impulse buy, totally impractical as demonstrated by the…

Ordinary Beauty

Sometimes I want to weep At unnoticed beauty - That's not seen for its shyness, Dismissed, "ordinary." It's in the chatter of the birds, The smell of mesquite trees, The ebb and flow of whispered words Caught by th'eavesdropping breeze. In foamy sips of coffee In silly, printed cups, And in the dreamy things I…