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Chapter 1 - The Burial of the DeadA Chapter by M BakerIsabelle and Richard Jordan bury their 18-month old son, Max, who has died in a car accident. The story proceeds to a wake held after the funeral at .. |
Laughing SaintsA Story by Moira_InoriDiego has always wondered why the saints in church were so morose. Now, with his father's help, he sets out to make things right--with unexpected resu.. |
What He Died ForA Story by Daniel AtkinsonA divine look at how mankind is choosing to live. |
bashful astroknotsA Poem by frankie sanchezPut me in a Captain America suit and no one would take me seriously.Put me in a Sir Mike Mitchell painting and you might take me home, you might even .. |
The Divine Imagination of Resplendent SoulA Chapter by Sri Gawn Tu FahrSelected passages from my new book, Love's True Home. |
what he died for (poem version)A Poem by Daniel Atkinsonreworking my short story "what he died for" into a poem. |
the great could-beA Poem by Daniel Atkinsona prayer to our maybe-god. |
he. she. me. we.A Poem by Daniel Atkinsonsociety. |
EncasingA Poem by miss_missa07“I” is only a convenient term for somebody who has no real being. --Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own Three weeks ag.. |
WorshipA Poem by miss_missa07I worship a God who resides in the splatter of raindrops. He hits the ground in an insignificant splash, trickles along the crevices of empty s.. |
Perfection.A Poem by Thomas FitzgeraldA study of religion. |
Trippy Cottontail~A Poem by NoneOfYourBusiness akaKIT..Would you give up a Klondike bar For lent Or pull nails out of the wood With brand new veneers How many licks of a whip To get to the center o.. |
The Palace of the Holy HaremA Poem by disconnectedspiritBible verses indicate through Prophets that God did provide more then one wife with dedicated and holy men. |
True LoveA Poem by Akoka FolamiOne of those random tugs to write... It doesn't rhyme and doesn't have any rhythm, just from the heart! Enjoy! |
lords of whateverA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonyeah, it's all just gone to s**t like those pretty dreams we had just last night or the night before or whenever we decided it was safe to hope.. |