Mere Stone

  Mere stone makes not the man… Flows his thick greybeard, eyes all aglow, tablets of the laws beneath his resilient hand; following God’s plan for no man really knows. Hear dusty whispers in the murmurs of the sand; complaints arise, “No leaks back to Egypt we must go!” Garments worn, years go by, still [...]

The Chosen

On the far side of the sandy desert, under the holy unnoticed mountain, he carefully tended a shepherd’s flock. Weary wind whistling, crescent moon hung thin; as flames of fire flickered from within. Inside a bush which did not burn, but soar; stillness surrounded the prophet’s coarse skin. Breathe in… and out, deep like an [...]

Scribbling Spiritual Sand, Feb 6

The journey had just begun the day Moses’ parted the Red Sea. Or had it? Only a short time earlier he had faced God for the first time in a very personal way at Mount Horeb. Dusty sandals slipped from worn feet as Moses stood before a bush which would not burn. If that wasn’t [...]

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