“The curtains parted. Light
coming in. Moonlight, then sunlight.
Not changing because time was passing
but because the one moment had many aspects.”
Source: The Seven Ages: Bold and Masterful Poems on Death, Metamorphosis, and Embracing the Inevitable
“The world no longer shone, but it was very bright ... Strange world! Impossible world!”
Source: The Beatryce Prophecy
“The world that morning was coated in a layer of hoarfrost, and the brother was late to the task of feeding Answelica because he had stood for too long admiring the light of the rising sun shining on the blades of grass and the branches of the trees.
The whole world seemed lit from within.”
Source: The Beatryce Prophecy
“What would the world be like if we were more curious about light and less afraid to admit our own luminosity? How would our sense of beauty expand if we actively inspired each other to bring forward the light we each carry?”
Source: Notes on the Need for Beauty: An Intimate Look at Essential Quality
“This unholy masquerade
when reality does fade,
the imprint of the God
on our mortal-stained facade.
Saints and spirits strip the earth
of the straining hope of birth.
“Kill the hope with grasping grave,”
cries the earthly mortal slave.”
Source: An owl on the moon: A journal from the edge of darkness
“Above this crystal pool are rows of lighted candles, flames flickering in the wind. Carved orange lanterns line the crags.
O, ignisfatuus,
foolish fire.
O, the lantern
in the mire.
Spirits quaking
with the light,
demon darkness,
far too bright.
Orange whispers,
yellow cries;
ever-haunting,
numb good-byes.
Good-bye, O childhood;
Farewell, my nickel joys.”
Source: An owl on the moon: A journal from the edge of darkness
“Daniel seems to rise above the moon with a brilliance in his eyes. He steps toward the sea and screams, more in defiance than rage.
“Mortality; O wretched death and mortality!
Decay is a demon dream, schemed in symmetry.
O, that death crucified might halt its talons,
for all will ascend from the grave!
Remember the fallen, the slain; their dust is our foundation.
Consider their suffering and pain; for there lies a new creation.”
Source: An owl on the moon: A journal from the edge of darkness
“Daniel? Daniel...of what use are the bones of saints? Of what great interest to me are their dusted stories of day?” I stand at a dreadful distance.
He speaks,
“Silent stones of granite hue;
enveloped now in sacred dew.
Speak somber words of restless hope...
of resurrection.”
I hear the hushings of the wind in a rhythmic silence, and turn to see a friar’s lantern on a distant ridge.”
Source: An owl on the moon: A journal from the edge of darkness
“Daniel,” I speak through weariness, “God has given me little hope and less strength. I hear only a voice saying ‘no’ from the wings of this circling stage.”
“Ah, because we worship the gods of the arts in our wavering world; the mock souls and masked faces with painted-on peace. What do you expect of a forgery?” He pauses as he turns toward me. “Reality is no longer relevant.”
Darkness chokes the moon as we rest on stirring sand.”
Source: An owl on the moon: A journal from the edge of darkness
“Even in the darkest hour of the night, a star can shine. A great leader is like that star that brings forth the light.”
Source: The Effective Leadership Prototype for a Modern Day Leader