See, A New Thing

a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland

New Things and Broken Things

WHEN ALL WE SEE IS DUST I was on my bathroom floor, surrounded by debris. This was not how it was supposed to go. I had planned it. The vase was supposed to break into chunks that I could piece back together and I would repair it so that the ...
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When Glory Comes in the Dirt

It’s quiet now. Remnants of the day are spread over the floor and the noise of the day has been swallowed up by the steady breathing of sleep.  In the living room, light from the Christmas tree catches the nativity scene. I’m struck ...
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