One Waits

One Waits

In the winter mornings, when the sun rises low and strikes the glass of the windowpane, a faint mist gathers along the outer edges. It does not settle evenly. It draws inward, leaving the center clear while the margins cloud and pale. For a brief moment, caught...
Time to Ponder

Time to Ponder

There are those who seat themselves in thought and call it wisdom. They linger long in reflection, weighing and reweighing, until pondering becomes a posture they defend rather than a passage they were meant to cross. Their hands grow still, not from weariness, but...
Beliefs

Beliefs

I have been considering two positions often held apart—set in opposition not because they must be, but because we have learned to place them there. Some beliefs are formed slowly through lived practice; others are adopted from voices we trust, carried intact without...
Evil

Evil

Some approach evil as though it were a thing that can be broken, mastered, or brought to heel. They weigh it against good, as though the two exist on a scale, each requiring the other for balance. Others meet it as an enemy, believing it can be overcome through...
Wisdom

Wisdom

Wisdom is not quick to announce herself. More often, she waits. She abides in stillness, and in that stillness she is not idle. There are times when victory is not seized or proclaimed, but given quietly, carried on the back of silence and received only by those who...