Transcendence Digital Stories

Carefully craft it each day, with the patience of a construction worker for the  bridge between Earth and Mars.  Make it piece by piece, with pinpoint eyes and the meticulousness of a surgeon  knitting axons together within a synapse-length of each other till a man on the edge of  death becomes a newborn baby. And others will see the beauty of the compounded days and hours. They will look on just the outside, and it will be a warm lamp-lit pane to a home  with fresh rolls, bu

“You crown the year with your bounty; your wagon tracks overflow with richness.” (Psalm 65:11) My vegetable garden is not that large – four by eight – and I pack too much into it with a “survival of the fittest” attitude. I never know what I will get, if anything. A local groundhog steals every single pear on our trees and tomatoes disappear as soon as there’s a hint of red. Apparently, though, green is a color animals ignore. Returning from a month-long trip at the end of J

I, John, rocked by the Spirit of God before I ever saw the light of day-- womb-water, heartbeat, whispering, then, blast. God's Spirit. God in His body. His mother. I, rocked, rearranged. We were boys together. Visiting. He treated me as the leader. The guide. The older cousin. Even then, not remembering why, I couldn't get over the unsettling I felt of it. Ah. But how I loved Him. Locusts and honey and camel hair didn't make me weird. The visions made me weird. The seeing. T