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The answer does not come from the problem. The answer comes from God. The cabin on the frontier, the mansion on the hill, do not come from the inventiveness of man or woman. They come from the willingness of God that they should come at all. It is not us against the wilderness, it is us in agreement with the will of God. The way we find our way is the way God allows us to find. The wilderness journey is not a test of our endurance, it is a test of our faith. Endurance is the manifestation. The origin is our relationship with God. If we have one we live and we live illuminated. If we don’t we live anyway, but darkness prevails and without light we fail of direction, hope or knowledge of why we came into the mysterious design. The answer does not come from the problem. The […]

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Another Excerpt – Same Novel

I want to sing as the bird sings in anticipation of the dawn. I want to sing as the bird sings in sunlight and clear blue skies. I want to sing as the birds sings in the twilight and gloaming, under the leaden skies of impending rain and through the tempest, yet keeping my wings over the flock for which I have been made responsible. I want to sing as the bird sings. They have no reason to do it, other than the fact they are birds. I have every reason to do it, born as I am and into a country of heritage and dreams so big even the world cannot hold them for we have gone into the void. We have gone to the moon and there are so many more void and barren places into which we must go, but first we must learn to sing. Everything […]

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Don’t Give Up – Excerpt of a Novel

Don’t give up, America. Don’t give up. Keep trying. Don’t let them tell you it isn’t worthwhile. Don’t let them rob you of the confidence to try by telling you it isn’t as pure or fine or noble or heroic as you thought. They haven’t gone through what you’ve gone through. They’re trying to make a name for themselves by denigrating yours. They’re revisionists, but their revisions don’t read as well. They just leave you with a vague sense of indecisiveness. They rob you of yours confidence. Don’t let them do it. Don’t let them tell you the old stories aren’t true or the great stories aren’t great, that the method of transmission is more important than the message transmitted and that media is the message, that what matters is numbers not individuals and everyone has a right to be exactly who they want to be without reference to anyone […]

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Yellow Flower

Burst of sunrise. Miracle of color atop an otherwise green stem. Statement of passion. These colors mean nothing. You reflect who I want to be, who I am. ♥

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Savoy Special

Let’s not do it. Let’s not go down the dusty road to death. We’ve built so many roads. Are none of them upward tending, over whatever obstructions we may find in our way? Or are we destined now to drive or ride in circles, forever longing for where we started, but lost destinationless and bored even with ourselves in captivity to our conveyance? Let’s not do it. Let’s stay home for once and enjoy what we’ve been given, quiet and close and loving one another before we venture forth again to try to find ourselves elsewhere. Let’s not do it. If we can’t find the truth within we’re lying to believe we’ll find it out there and lose ourselves into the bargain; fatalities, statistics, consumers bereft of anything to consume except ourselves. Let’s not do it. Let’s do something wonderful instead. Let’s find a place to stand and move the […]

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No One Wants A Pickle

The pickle is a lowly fruit, or is it just a veggy? Some say they’re really very good, but dills just leave me edgy. Gurkins have a sweetness which cannot be denied, but when I find them on my plate, I invariably hide them underneath a lettuce leaf or accommodating chip. Or better yet find room for them upon the floor and let them slip conveniently away. The world is such a tragic place, full of unwanted ardor. No one seems to want it more than these vinegar cured cucumbers. ♥

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First Million

How did it feel? One followed by all those zeroes, A couple commas. Those must have been the interruption between triplicate noughts. The sleepless, nervous, anxious, unspoken apprehension of what it means to strive for what only can be counted, never kissed or held in warm embrace, never smiled upon or smiling back, the world of mathematics as net worth. How did that feel? Want to try again? You’ll have to try real hard. Only the numbers get bigger. Zeroes stay the same. ♥

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