Comments on: Word Shot – 29 December, 2008

By: Gloria

Gloria — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 01:45:36 +0000

As they came up over the mountains edge and into the expanse of the craggy glen, there appeared to be, in the distance an image that had once been a strong influence in her life. It was completely unexpected, but it struck her in a way that was both familiar and comforting. It was a cross hewn from railroad ties; a small gathering of faithful at its base, quiet and at peace. As the sun set, it cast an mango-lemon glow on the two crossed pieces of recycled wood–made new its new configuration–made new by the efforts of the faithful; made new by the sacrifice of a few, for the good of the many pilgrims who came to rest in its shadow; to rest and be made new.

By: Nathan42

Nathan42 — Fri, 27 Mar 2009 17:44:56 +0000

Me and my siamese twin, who was shaped like a large small-case t, stood together staring out at the beautiful sunset, which turned the sky a glorious pee-yellow color.

By: b.torres

b.torres — Mon, 02 Feb 2009 05:38:24 +0000

This is a man who is hanging out with his buddy Jesus, talking about life and enjoying the view.

By: Deb

Deb — Sun, 11 Jan 2009 06:35:42 +0000

Forgive me Lord for my sins. Forgive me Lord for the cruelty you so willing suffered on my behalf. Forgive me for my unworthiness and lead me in the path of righteousness that I might one day dwell with you in heaven forever.

By: edd T

edd T — Thu, 01 Jan 2009 08:33:02 +0000

What kind of god lets these things happen? The mission ended the day those men broke down the door to his home and did all the awful things that would haunt him for all eternity.

By: Robyn

Robyn — Thu, 01 Jan 2009 07:02:09 +0000

They said it would be the war to end all wars. But it was not to be. Now we have to build memorials for hundreds of thousands more war dead. When will we ever learn?

By: JayCruz

JayCruz — Wed, 31 Dec 2008 16:06:17 +0000

“I am ashamed. My soul feels like it’s about to crack. Oh father, will you ever forgive me.”

By: Glanda Widger

Glanda Widger — Wed, 31 Dec 2008 03:22:04 +0000

At last , the end of the journey. A place to rest my head and clear my mind. A place called solitude. Called santuary. Called …Home.

By: Olivia

Olivia — Tue, 30 Dec 2008 05:29:49 +0000

resignation