Their Cup is not empty
Dear World, forgive me. In my desire to share what is so important to me, so necessary, so powerful, so helpful, so true, I have neglected to notice this about you: your cup is not empty.* Willing students, perhaps, come with polished, expectant cups. Some with them behind their backs, waiting to see if the […]
There’s been an explosion, but there is no bomb
Shell-shocked. I’m flattened, literally, thrown to the ground by the hand grenades being heaved in my land. There’s been a bombing, but there’s no shrapnel, no visible debris, just many, many injuries. Bodies strewn everywhere, writhing in pain. Bandaging their wounds, wrapping their torn limbs. Some, sitting motionless on the cement, with hands pressed to […]
Which do you believe?
“There’s probably no God so stop worrying and enjoy life” …read the back of the service van weaving through the crowds gathered to marvel at St. Stephen’s Cathedral, where all are welcome to enter free of charge. When ‘probably not’ opens the door to ‘possibly is’ the great bolt of worry slides aside to unlock a […]
Through the Eyes of Love – the Dedication
“To MARY CATHERINE”… the dedication reads. Short, sweet, and to the point. Very German, some would say. And I expect they would be right. Mary Catherine was my maternal grandmother, and had been Grandfather Rilling’s helpmate and companion for nearly 30 years at the time of this writing. Not to mention the mother of his […]
Running Twice as Fast Will Never Get you Here
Ah fiction. It has so much truth to tell… They were running hand in hand, and the Queen went so fast that it was all Alice could do to keep up with her: and still the Queen kept crying “Faster! Faster!”… The most curious part of the thing was, that … however fast they went, […]
Dear Keurig
You are so convenient. I can get what I want immediately. Power. Poke. Press. Presto! I have my solo cup of java and toss the evidence. Next customer. But what of the sound of grinding? smell of brewing? delightful waiting that stirs the taste buds as I watch the beverage climb its way up my […]
What Harvest Would the Silence Bring?
27 years in a cell. A man found guilty, given time to consider, in silence. His circumstances insisted he “search realistically and regularly the processes of (his) own mind and feelings.” What if we were sentenced to hard labor on the rock pile of life? With only ourselves and our fellow laborers for company. What then? […]
