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.
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…
Asunder
On a cold and dark winter's day, a father leaves the house to go to work. A mother clears the table of the breakfast dishes, then proceeds to do the…