Ode to Death

This is a short poem about death. It is not intended to be dark or morbid, but rather to recognize that death is a gift — a means to an end. Like any gift, death has its proper place in the grand scheme of reality. It is not to be glorified as an end in […]


You wake up with a gnawing, aching, chasmal thirst for…something. It is so raw and fresh that you can think of nothing else. The void must be filled. you can fill it by outside stimulus or by inner imagination, or by some combination of both. Both of these are only effectual as long as they […]

Who Are You, Lord?

I have often wondered at the fearless commitment of the apostle Paul, marveling at how he spoke and acted with such boldness, authority, and understanding. I look at myself — my hardness and pride, my weak and halfhearted faith — and wonder how any human being could possibly become what he is. But as I […]

Imagination and Reality

We love to imagine ourselves in different ways and in different places. Even when the imagining does not involve ourselves as third-person or first-person protagonists, we are still characters, often playing the part of the narrator. The ultimate purpose of any imagination is to place ourselves in a world we have created, a world which […]