Transcendence Digital Stories

Birdsong- a chatter and ringing in the trees. Heard but not seen. Breeze - a rippling of leaves. Then, a scattering of shimmery seedpod....

Starry speckles Strewn across sky. Blanketing darkness, but black is not what you see. Furious flames Fight at our feet. Smoke stings,...

For thou see my soul, A dry, coarse wilderness, Without Wisdom’s daughter, Yearning for her lullaby. Ah, the smile of thy face Consoles...

For as thou can see, my spirit cries Yet thou drop rose by rose, And here I am, Unworthy but loved by thine heart! Envelop me with thine...