Transcendence Digital Stories

This morning, as I pulled late into work, I realized, suddenly, that I forgot to pray. Not from my moral duty did I mean to shirk But my mind wandered with the beauty on the way. I thought about the royal sun that slowly rises, (The source of light that night could not long keep at bay) And his ongoing magnum opus which suffices To make one wonder at what it could all convey. In awe I saw the pompous waves of stratus clouds With mixed pastels of rosy pink and

Did Peter ever miss fishing? The smell of the sea and the waves, searching for treasure day after day. I wonder if Peter ever missed his first name, the “Simon!” his mother would call after a day of play by the shores where is father worked, steady hands teaching young Simon and Andrew how to cast their nets deep and wide, always hopeful for what was inside... Sometimes I ponder if Jesus missed carpentry too, if his hands ached for the steady work of hammers and nails, of tur