My journal of big words and pretty pictures
When I was a kid, unless I was practically dead, I went to church every Sunday morning. Once I was too old for the children’s sermon, where we wee kiddies would gather on the steps to the altar and sit in rapt fascination while Reverend imparted an age-appropriate homily. We got to leave the sanctuary … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Faith
Amber luminescence filters down through tissue paper bunting. Translucent pennons in hues of russet, gold, ochre and burnt umber tremble in anticipation. The scene seems as if it naturally grew there for just this moment. A beam of soft sunlight illuminates a humble, oaken pew, a message from above, “be still, and know that I … Continue reading Humble, oaken pew
He sat in the corner of the back pew trying to follow along with the altar call hymn. He stumbled over the phrasing, the words alien on his tongue. “Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind…” He held the last note too long, his off-key voice echoing off the stone walls well after the other … Continue reading Take me to church
The acrid taint of burning incense did nothing to mask the rancid stink that permeated the desecrated sanctuary. Reavers had crawled over the walls and altar like leather beetles, stripping the trappings of the sanctuary like flesh from bone. Taking their pickings, reavers left their leaders to bask in the profane overthrow. Their chief, Rolf, sprawled … Continue reading Divine retribution
Dearest G, I know it’s been a while since my last visit. Honestly, I didn’t intend to stay away so long. I could make the usual excuses, but you’d see through that, and I won’t insult your omniscience. It sounds cliché, but it really wasn’t about you, it was me. It seems that whenever I … Continue reading Letter home
There were promises made, solemn vows taken on holy ground before God and man. Pledges to honor in good times and bad, through sickness and health, through prosperity and misfortune. No one stood up, no one said these two should not be bound together for life. It was meant to be. Their union, blessed and … Continue reading I solemnly swear
Thin spiral notebook 