So what is this all about anyway? Is it that we are tasked with scurrying about on this planet to collect and amass the greatest collection of marvelous objects, or cash, or both? And then what? Is there some zenith of acquisition where one finds peace? Is it that the one who dies with the … More Swaddling Clothes
Where the grass lands roll in stretches like an endless tossing sea, To the mountains white and hoary, over ranges wide and free, Where the country lies unbroken, and the soft prairie breezes blow, It is there my heart turns fondly and the siren bids me go. It is far from cares and worries … More The Call From the West
Then God said, “Let there be light”, and there was light. God saw the light was good, and God separated the light from the darkness. God called the light “day”, and He called the darkness “night. Evening came, then morning. The first day.
Occasionally world events bring to the forefront remarkable people who write their experience large upon our own. World War Two, for example, brought out many who may have otherwise lived in obscurity. Poet and Spitfire pilot John Gillespie Magee Jr. was such a man. Born in China to missionaries, his father an American and his … More High Flight, by John Gillespie Magee Jr.