As the fall sun dips low I’m reminded of the season years back, and the anguish it held. Seeing him sit there, baby in his arms, it warmed your heart and broke it all at the same time. That year was a nightmare and a blessing for that haggard soul. Like the early evening sky, the contrast was stark. There was as much darkness in those days as one could stand. Yet the child, like the sun reaching from the far horizon, shown a light of promise. The only light for many of us. Now here she is home again, that light. And there’s a handful of folks standing watch, taking their turn, keeping her from the darkness.
Friday, November 16, 2012
If heaven was a taste…if heaven had a smell…it would be Hannah’s rhubarb pie. Nothing, and I mean nothing, beats the taste of that pie. Saturday and Tuesday, the two days of the week when all can be set right with the world with one slice of pie from Hannah’s. Now if you’ve never had the experience of this local Gracier establishment’s pie, well let me explain.
Imagine a buttery crust, light as angel wings, followed by a shot of tartness just this side of shocking, and finally the sugary sweet calm that comes with just a hint of whip cream. Lord have mercy!
Now don’t get me wrong, all her pies are worth waiting for. But in the case of the rhubarb, there’s something…I can’t put my finger on. Perhaps it’s the tartness of that ornery old bird that is the secret ingredient. Keep that to yourself, I wouldn’t put it past her to hold back on my slice of heaven if she caught wind of my observation.
Trust me, I've seen the fury of the flour.
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Friday, November 9, 2012
Not one for formal prayer. I believe mind you. I just converse with God a little simpler than most. And plenty loud when need be. I’m not begrudging those who pass through the doors of their respective church. That fits them. I have what fits me. But when what they hear under the rafters doesn’t follow them into the street, doesn’t do much good…does it?
Jessica hasn’t crossed that threshold in a long time, at least from where I sit. But in the last few months, it seems to have called to her. Not the church, mind you, but perhaps the strength of those who pray within. Oh some folks find a grand difference between that faith and this belief. But when you bow your head, kneel, or raise your hands for an answer, it’s all to a higher power.
The creak of that door signaled her arrival. It signals some pretty interesting arrivals at times. I always pray for those visitors. Sometimes that can be mighty hard to do. But sinners can’t be choosers. Can make the collar pretty tight though.
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Friday, November 2, 2012
She had left the dance just before the exchange. The usual spark in her eyes had turned from mischief to flame, leaving behind enough heat to set those two off.
The sound of fist to gut is undeniable. I chose to let them have it out. They had danced around her like a couple of roosters for too long. A woman, and one as pretty and feisty as her is hard to come by.
The harvest moon glowed, lighting up the center ring. I thought he would take that Cassidy boy’s head off. But that well-mannered fellow sat Steven on his heels, in an exchange ending as quickly as it had begun. The oddest part was Steven, just standing in the dark, letting Matthew drive away. No one seemed to win, but it was clear, there had been a loss.
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