Captian's Log Drabble: The Grey Town 2 Apr 2021 There is no rain here, and no sun; there is neither light nor darkness. All is grey. Here, these grey people put on their grey clothes and walk the grey…
Captian's Log Reflection: Hope of Heaven 28 Nov 2020 A light, rain like fog hung in the distance, covering the omnipresent hills which rose and fell like giant waves off the ocean. The evergreens peaked through the misty veil,…
Captian's Log Poem: Earth as Heaven 25 Oct 2020 Praise God all you nations and tongues,let every city rejoice,for the King of the earth has come,almighty God has come. Let war and strife be naught, O world,cease this worthless…
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: Sky, Earth, and Sea 2 Oct 2020 High above, the regal bird in gentle arcs ascends,climbing up into the empty sky that never ends.Here he's free, and here he's lord of all he sees. On the Earth…
Captian's Log Drabble: A Daydream 10 Jun 2020 Lazily I lay within the cool grass gazing at the morning sky while passing clouds, in my fancy, took forms and shapes above. There was one of magnificent note, heavy…
Top Ten Books Agonson’s Top 10: The Great Divorce 7 Mar 2020 It has entered my mind to formulate a list of books which have been meaningful to me, both in the pleasure they offer and also in the effect they had.…
Captian's Log Poem: Comfort 17 Feb 2020 How comfortable is Hell? How immeasurably warm? Heaven is so far above, but Hell is here and now. How comforting is Hell? I’ve known these demons all my life; Those…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: The Fallen 1 Apr 2019 Piercing the darkness, a single star is seen through the vaporous clouds. How softly shines the light; how momentary it is, for an instant passes and the thickening atmosphere again…
Captian's Log Sweet Light 14 Mar 201915 Mar 2019 The staircase stretched on upward into the sky, but Larry’s eyes looked down upon the grey cement steps. His hand clasped the cold iron rail, the chipping black paint like…
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