Transcendence Digital Stories

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...

I see you I cannot hear you, you are voiceless So I will be your voice Protect you, love you Though you are not mine You belong in this...