He is with us
The first snow falling on Autumn's muted palette, a moment capped by Nature's calotte. Peace visits my breast. And I, at His behest, beheld Emmanuel as the first snow fell.
Random ponderings of a mood
A fork in the road
As I stroll along, often I'd be stumped by the forks in the road. I hear Frost's lament, "sorry I could not travel both". And I am bemused when he…
Standing on the edge …
Why would you do that? To feel the old ticker flutter? Stutter? Splatter? Is life so hard, that standing on the edge is easier? No answers If I am the…