Captian's Log Poem: Longing Never Known 27 Dec 2020 In the sunlight or the breeze,in the music of the trees,in the whisper of my heart,and within my deepest part,waiting in a quiet place,something I can never face,wanting only to…
Captian's Log Reflections on These Little Gods 26 Dec 2020 On the road and caffeinated, sailing by the cloudy sea of heaven, I pause in wonder at the beauty of these passing, formless things. Here some are dark; others a…
Captian's Log 2020: Merry Christmas 25 Dec 202023 Dec 2020 Merry Christmas. I hope you find the day restful. Be with family; be with friends. A favorite in our house, I have been reading aloud the classic, A Christmas Carol.…
Captian's Log 2020: Christmas Eve 24 Dec 202023 Dec 2020 Christmas is tomorrow, and we celebrate the coming of our savior to the world. Come and adore Him, this weeping baby, which is the very God who made the heavens,…
Captian's Log Short Story: Long Night 23 Dec 2020 Please Read: Long Night Excerpt: The clock had stopped, and I, afraid to move, remained within my chair as still as its unmoving hands. It seemed to me, as night…
Captian's Log Short: That Which Hungers Below 22 Dec 2020 There are things below the town the forms of which we cannot tell, nor dare we hint at fearsome moans nor dreadful eyes. Within the dark tunnels beneath our feet…
Captian's Log Drabble: After the Flood 21 Dec 2020 This morning, as I was heading to a doctor's appointment, I came over a little rise and saw a huge rainbow. Its arc was so long that it appeared to…
Captian's Log Poem: Eight Princes and Eight Doors 20 Dec 2020 Eight princes and eight doors— a friend a friend ignores— A quest to find the light within ungodly night. That which hungers must be slain, yet the deed will leave…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Silent Sea 19 Dec 2020 The Silent Sea, so still, lies restless in my heart; that waveless depth, that darkened mirror, still stirs within my thoughts. The silent denizens about that quiet place have too…
Captian's Log Haiku: Remaining Here 18 Dec 2020 Man has left the earth, and I, the tired watcher, I watch man no more. See this old pillar carved out of an ancient stone holding up the sky. How…
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