I believe I tow the line between chaos and order— an intricate balance hovering on a hair’s width. I could tumble over and fall endlessly into an abyss of chance, laughing in terror…. I gaze skyward into an infinitely known eternity, crystallizing like stone. Yet here I am, in this delicate, fragile world that is … More The Depth and the Sky
Chasing the sunset Miles above the earth And the fleeing blaze Inches out of reach With mountains of stone Submerged under a sea Of mist And mystery I close my eyes and imagine The deafening silence In the untouchable void
This is a piece I wrote and recorded recently for a class at Kennesaw State University. I’d be curious to know what kind of reactions or interpretations it may foster. Drop in a comment and we can chat about it!
I have a daughter. I haven’t met her yet, she’s not due until October. Recently, I’ve been writing to her in a little journal. Mostly it’s consisted of simple humorous anecdotes or pithy future-father wisdom. This past week, however, I felt compelled to face a much more serious subject. I’ve decided to share that piece … More Daughter of God: A Prayer for Peacemaking
When you were here it was like Thanksgiving with just the right chill in the air Like Davy Crockett and Daniel Boone crossing paths on the frontier Like grey hair that makes you timeless instead of just older When you left here it was like Kurt Cobain without the rock n’ roll Like crumpled … More Namesake
I remember the Creek. That’s what it was always called…just…the Creek. We didn’t come up with fancy names for places back then. The Creek was a gateway, a threshold, to a different world. Cross that threshold and you entered the Woods…just…the Woods. But they weren’t just woods, they were a kingdom. A kingdom with forts, … More ________ Woods: A Short Story
I’ve never invested much thought or energy into the Christian liturgical calendar. For some reason, however, as Holy Week begins, I feel like I’ve been missing something rich, ancient, and beautiful my whole life. Seasons have come and gone; sacred rhythms of the years never experienced. It’s easy to get excited for the “big two” … More Wholly Weak