And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwork, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! I had followed the Jabberwock’s trail through the wood and knew I was reaching some resolution. As I paused uffishly I thought back over some of the lessons and spiritual perspectives [...]
by the Night Writer He took his vorpal sword in hand, long-time the manxome foe he sought – So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought. Most people who know me would likely say that I’m a pretty positive guy, strong in my faith. I’ve experienced many miracles in my life, [...]
by the Night Writer “Beware the Jabberwock, my son The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!” We each have things that we fear. Some of these we’ll name, others are too scary to speak out-loud, or perhaps belong to a black grab-bag of things we don’t want to think about, let alone name. Let’s [...]
by the Night Writer ‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. It was late evening on a late summer’s day and golden light still shone through the windows like a warm embrace. I’d worked late and was eating a [...]
by the Night Writer Just in time for Thanksgiving, the real Bob Seger is now on iTunes in epic fashion, rolling me away with a 26-song collection entitled “Ultimate Hits: Rock and Roll Never Forgets” for just $9.99. And just like Bob when he climbed out of his Corvette to watch the long train roll [...]
by the Night Writer Ten years ago I wasn’t blogging, but I was writing. On Sunday, September 16 I published the first essay below - “When the Towers Fall” – in the monthly handout I prepared for our men’s ministry at church. It was based on my observations of the past few days and the [...]
by the Night Writer Down among the reeds and rushes A baby boy was found His eyes as clear as centuries His silky hair was brown Never been lonely Never been lied to Never had to scuffle in fear Nothing denied to Born at the instant The church bells chime And the whole world whispering [...]
by the Night Writer I am not a particularly handy man when it comes to fixing things. In fact, I’ve often said of myself that I can do in half-a-day what it takes two men working all-day to undo. Nevertheless, I love going into old-timey hardware stores. There’s something about the faded floors, jumbled shelves [...]
by the Night Writer I’m cruising west on the two-lane County Road 50 heading out of Miesville and making for Hwy. 52. When I had stepped out of King’s Place moment’s before the northern and western skies were luminous despite it being after 9:00 p.m. To the east and south, however, lay Mordor with lines [...]
by the Night Writer In the last 30 years I’ve driven between Minnesota and Missouri in all kinds of weather and in all seasons. Spring and early summer are the most scenic times. Missouri has always seemed to be kind of a brown state to me: mud and wet clay in the winter and baked [...]
