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The Prophet’s Dream

An angel came to me and said, O Pitiable Fools! 
O Foolish Mortals! O Everlasting Damnation! 
I said, Perhaps you will be willing to shew me 
their eternal lot, and my own. He said, Come. 

Easter Service

“The earth turns, the sun rises. It’s quite simple.”  We turned towards the high peaks to the east—cold, and still smooth and clean with snow, the half-circle of rising sun warming our faces. I squinted…

Epiphany

We had been up there for two months when the clouds came in. It hap pened overnight. When I crawled into my sleeping bag the night before, the air was dry and clear. The mountain…

What Remains

Day rolls over, 
pulling at the covers of dusk. 
Lights come on in sequence 
and before they go off