Do we as mortals thrive within broken spirit? These thoughts I found within me pondered; to take the wheel with which to steer it and drive it till it be all but squandered? *** Be this the reason for my jilting when all I have is right and good? I think these things with heart … Continue reading Grace Within the Waves
Author: Bearlee Afloat
A Prodigal Thought
"Where are you, My son?" Is that not what you would ask me? Have I not pushed so far from You? * "Here I am Father," I would say... Though I hesitate. Do I act like Your son? Maybe like the prodigal... ** Here I am, Father... Here I am... Do you have a feast … Continue reading A Prodigal Thought
“ADHEREO”
Bloodied palms tirelessly hold dreams and wishes its master outgrows. With patience to run into thickened branches… the thorns that caught to topple.* Her aim to take that baited breath; presentation given that denies rest. But more than this, a black appetite that itself gnaws the chords of time.** Drunk on distance and bygone days … Continue reading “ADHEREO”
“You shall know the truth…”
Perhaps one of the most significant promises given to us by Christ is what is found in John 8:32: "You shall know the truth and the truth shall set you free." This, of course, is granted to those that "continue in [His] words," but such a promise gives valuable insight into the one who promises. … Continue reading “You shall know the truth…”
Adirondack Forest
“Then shall the trees of the forest sing for joy before the Lord, for he comes to judge the earth.” - 1 Chronicles 16:33
Accidia: Part I
I won't be able to properly express why I found myself there. Before that strange journey, the declaration of mountains, wind, and trees lay about me, and I found it enough. I could sit under the warm embrace of the sun and remember. Once, the blue ocean-sky or the occasional gift of diamond drops from … Continue reading Accidia: Part I
“Furore Tutum”
Yea, O storm, Bring forth thy might, And we, as that ancient Pompeii Might be made to know. Before our knees meet dust Must we rise in opposition to thee? O storm, with furious passion, Teach us our weakness, Sick and afflicted, Touched by death. Haunt our thoughts as we wait. Yea, O storm, Bring … Continue reading “Furore Tutum”
“Arena et Petra”
"I am a stone," said I, And to the ear that heard, I turned, "See what I've made?" (In breathless rapture.) A hasty glance was made to capture. "See how it stands," said I, With spark, a gleam, in eye that burned. And then that ear, with tongue, awoke, "I am the stone," it also … Continue reading “Arena et Petra”
“De Ironia”
Slowly thoughts began to roll around in his mind as he regained consciousness. He found that even as he opened his eyes, he could not see. A course, black fabric was tied tightly around his head blocking any vision. He wondered if it was day or night, and began to reach for the fabric to … Continue reading “De Ironia”
“Raptus ab igne manu.”
The man rushed forward, eyes wildly searching, panting as the soot and ash coated his sweaty face and bear arms, blackening him and his clothes. The heat was oppressive, washing over him in unrelenting waves, staking it's claim on yet another victim. His filth covered skin felt as if it were about to melt. The … Continue reading “Raptus ab igne manu.”
Bearlee Afloat 