Kaleidoscope
The pure purpose of color spans out like a kaleidoscope rotating in prismed phrases that only an ocular linguist could decode, stained glass spilling into a slow-motion film with a spattered plot of golds and…
The pure purpose of color spans out like a kaleidoscope rotating in prismed phrases that only an ocular linguist could decode, stained glass spilling into a slow-motion film with a spattered plot of golds and…
The place God calls you to is where your deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet. Frederick Buechner, Wishful Thinking: A Theological ABC
If you could understand a single grain of wheat, you would die of wonder. Martin Luther
Panes of glittering stained glass stains disfigured from the past ache of all the pains that last art of splinters deftly cast in the frame that holds it fast through the cracks the light gets…