The Tapestry

                What is new? In the dead of night, the old temptations flit across my heart and mind like moths flying in and out of a light beam; their gigantic shadows are cast upon a tapestried wall once glorious in natural light of the sun, now made a ghastly grey by the eerie light of … More The Tapestry

Stuck

I had the wrong end of the stick. Up to this point, I had heavily relied on my walking stick. With it I had carefully inched my way up and down steep hills with sliding stones and in and out of dense forests where darkness prevailed. No matter how much weight I put on it, … More Stuck