Young Artemis played and danced across the crumbling wall. His mother would always tell him to stay clear of this place, saying it was too high for him. But the city was a full adventure, and Artemis could never resist the smooth white stone that towered high above the marketplace. It was so freeing to see the people mingling far below on cobblestone streets. He would sit with his smiling chubby face in his hands, wide eyes gazing at the excitement of the city below. He remem

I cannot dance without you in my arms. Come embrace me sweet love And move with me through mountains High and crested as waves We plunge beneath to find calm Of soft hills underfoot blanket White snow covered landscapes And spring forevermore. Dance with me, my love And find the rush of life surround Our joined souls. ---------- Photo by Abdul Gani M on Unsplash

A shoddy tavern sat quietly in the waning sunlight, rain starting to pour on the mud street outside. The few regular patrons-peasants and farmers-were this night joined by a group of six men: travellers in from the road, sitting at table, and in the mood to get drunk. They were a couple of pints in when another stranger walked into the dimly lit room. It had only started raining a few minutes previous, and the man had not been prepared for it. He shook off his riding jacket a

The aged man hunched over his walking stick; hand shading his eyes and squinting up through furrowed brow, he could not see where the white marble stairs led. But he could see blue sky above. Nervously he used his cane to test the first step. It seemed solid enough, if a little high reaching up to his knee. Intimidated but undaunted, he set the cane down on the white marble and then also leant his fragile frame over it. Using his hands he rolled onto the step and then, pushin

It scares me to share this. When I worked as a minister I felt that I could never make my questions, doubts, or concerns about faith public until I had reached what would generally be considered a satisfying conclusion to them. But those who are close to me know I have been struggling with my faith a lot over the past year. It is difficult for me to reconcile the Jesus I read about in the Bible with the Jesus I have experienced in my life. My main question, my main wound thro

Mickey spat on the yard in front of him; coming here might have been a mistake, but he couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t follow through. The smell of dry grass in the nearby field mixed with the mold of abandoned houses surrounding him. The memories of this village sent shudders through his soul. Pulling the lighter out of his pocket, he walked confidently over to the collapsing frame of the nearest home. His childhood screamed from the inside of that place, as he saw i