The King's face is set, gentle and strong as an ox. His hands bare true humility, folded before the Father at dawn; calloused before the...

Look upon the wildflowers. Their splendor blossoms of out an unblemished imagination filled by their Creator. Listen to the sparrow. For...

His face is trained upon the horizon, his form tense under the pressure of the bowstring behind him. He feels the wind in his fletching,...

Ringing softly, my heart sings in sympathetic resonance to its first Love. My ears are tuned to my beloved, dancing with every step, for...