Transcendence Digital Stories

Of all the little creatures of this world that I might compare myself to, I am most certainly a worm. In my smallness and shortcomings,...

Sun stretches softly into warm day Gray gathers, threatening chill Acting through life like a play Each precious moment hoping to fulfill...

A holy day comes like the breath of wind, It washes over the dry and dead bits, Stirring up what has been laid to to grow. Renewal comes...

“Ecce, rex tuus!” My eyes fly open and I, instantly awake, jolt back in my seat. My shoulders hit the frame of my wooden chair and I...