The Longest Road

Originally posted on From the City on a Hill:
How long, o Lord, my God, must I walk this wretched road ? How long, El Shaddai, Must I bear up this load? My feet sinking in the sod, My soul shrinks in the night. Enduring til I die, Dreaming of the dawn’s new light. Oh God, my faith imperiled, Weak, and timid, unable and frail, I cannot blame thee my God, For these trials in which I fail. Tis clear, so crystallinely clear, Thy commands so simple and pure. And yet I fall, yes I fall, My heart my stumbling… Continue reading The Longest Road

Chapter 1: How Not to Build a Wormhole

Originally posted on Time Traveler's Guide to Changing the Past:
Someone definitely fucked up. Like ultra, idiot fucked up. It may have been me. I really should’ve pipetted more carefully. That’s the last time I take lab advice from Grey’s Anatomy. A wormhole opened up in the middle of the laboratory—this part was expected. The unexpected part was bridging the completely wrong times and places, and not to mention that our supervisor Dr. Heinemann was out for lunch. The discovery of wormholes was nothing new, really. They dotted the universe like sesame seeds on a hamburger bun. In fact,… Continue reading Chapter 1: How Not to Build a Wormhole

And Yet…

Blessed be the artist, For to him is given the dream of creation. Whilst others scramble in mud, He may dream that it is liquid silver. While others scream over a bent fender, He may imagine them in chivalric fashion, A pair of armored sea lions at the tilt. When a fish flies from the sea, Trailing a shimmering blade of water, He is blessed to see more than mere water; To him is given sight to see and ears to hear The music of all creation, Played in between the patter of rain The roar of the windy surf … Continue reading And Yet…

Cursed the Artist

Cursed is the artist, Who ever must bear witness To the ever distant horizon Whose eye alone can see Shores beyond sight Beyond existence. Cursed is he who must see The shimmering crystal waters Of a lake of ruby and gold Guarded by a giant of iron and stone; Imprisoned within, a maid of diamond. For he sees another who goes A knight of bronze and fire, Another one forever uncreated, Another song unsung, Another shore unseen. A warrior who lives only in dreams. And though his throat parch Thinking of those effervescent waters He must away to a land … Continue reading Cursed the Artist