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 The Day Is Gone 15 Dec 2020 After the day is gone, and the night's shadows caress the hills, I sit contemplatively in the quiet darkness. How sweet the dreams of sleep seem to me, yet I…
Captian's Log Poem: I Thank You for the Animals 25 Nov 202025 Nov 2020 I thank you for the animals,for little birds which sing,for dogs and cats and butterflies,the simple joys they bring. I love to scratch a canine's ears,to stroke a feline's back,and…
Captian's Log Poem: Ending Day 22 Oct 2020 How glorious, this ending day,the puffy clouds were orange and pink;how marvelous the light did playas the bright sun began to sink. And driving home I had the thoughtthat painters…
Captian's Log Dialogue: Why? 8 Oct 2020 "I don't know how it came to this. There's trash all around us. That's a dumpster. We're hiding in an alleyway." "You asked a question." "It was just a question."…
Captian's Log From the Archives: The Peak 5 Oct 2020 Too tired to write. Please enjoy a short poem I wrote a week or so ago. I long to enter Heaven's gates and sing eternal praise unto the mighty King,…
Captian's Log Poem: To Be Titled Later 21 Sep 2020 Oops, I forgot. I didn't prepare anything for tonight. Here's a bit of a project I've been working on: I will declare that God is goodand praise His holy name.From…
Captian's Log Autobiographic Material: Reflection Upon Reflection 12 Sep 2020 (Author's Note: I wrote this for a class. Each section corresponds to a question I was to answer. The headings may not make perfect sense outside of that context.) Meeting…
Captian's Log Poem: The Comforter 28 Aug 2020 In a little grove, an old chapel, weathered and leaning . . . In a quiet hour, a man, kneeling, praying . . . In a deserted street, a soul…
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