Inspiring Faith and Creativity & Exploring the Arts through a Spiritual Lens
Dougherty’s Flying Field was the first airfield I can remember, and it was little better than a few acres of pastureland with several hangars and a shack that passed for an operations office. Along the…
By Lawrence Hall Word Count: 83 Rating: G Summary: A poem of Childhood When we were children we lay in the grass And counted the stars, but only up to A hundred or so, because…
~ by Lawrence "Mack" Hall If I were a boy I’d range my toy soldiers before the fire Vast armies of plastic in green and grey With the cannon blasting the enemy - A glorious…
By Lawrence Hall Word Count: 138 Rating: G Summary: A poem of joy. Introibo ad altare Dei. Ad Deum qui laetificat juventutem meam. I will go in to the altar of God: to God who…
By Aconitum-Napellus Word Count: 1256 Rating: G Summary: Seven-year-old Spock has a destiny... but what is it? Of course he had always been different. Of course a good Vulcan was not supposed to give a moment’s…
When I was a child, I read The Wizard of Oz over the course of a few days. I was eight years old and reading still made me feel accomplished. I read it…
In Maryland there’s a suburban neighborhood with a street on it named Fairfield. That’s where I grew up, in 727. It’s a rancher style house made of pink brick, with dark blue shutters on the…
Someday, perhaps, I will have children. But today I am just in my twenties, and there is already so much I want to tell them and can’t yet. Here where I stand on the threshold…
Her feet crunched against the autumn leaves, the “crunch” the only sound for miles. The fog…she knew the fog was coming. The ominous arms stretching out to strangle her…there was no way she could outrun…
She was tiny and pale, with thin blond hair, an angelic face, and enormous blue eyes. She was six years old. And she had leukemia. I felt the familiar tightness in my throat when another…
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