by Steve S | Mar 30, 2026 | Inner Life
I long to go home—to the dwelling place of my fathers, where their steps were first set into the earth, and where the land yet bears the quiet impress of their passing. I would look upon the fields, where the grass grows deep and green, untroubled by haste, and I...
by Steve S | Mar 27, 2026 | Inner Life
It eludes many; and many there are who set themselves to its seeking with earnest hand and unquiet heart. They labour long upon the steeper paths, pressing onward as though by greater striving it might at last be seized—yet for all their effort it abides concealed,...
by Steve S | Mar 1, 2026 | Inner Life
Inside each man abides a ghost— and one I fear above the rest. It fashions plans and quiet schemes, casting its will in borrowed dreams. It bends toward pleasure, leans to desire, sets its heart on wealth and rising fire. It cloaks its hunger, soft and close, names...
by Steve S | Feb 12, 2026 | Inner Life
The seasons of cold draw now toward their leaving, and with them comes a quiet ache—for something not lost, yet never begun. It lingers, this sense, and I find myself dwelling there more often than I care to admit, as one might remain standing in a doorway long after...
by Steve S | Feb 6, 2026 | Inner Life
High above the clouds went the winds, unseen, crossing and turning, shouldering past one another, tugging and slipping away, never long at rest, yet never straying from the paths set for them. They worried at the high places, pressed against the cloudbanks, slipped...
by Steve S | Jan 25, 2026 | Inner Life
There is a wee bit of magic found in some. It moves quietly, settling into them early, helping them shape certain groupings of words that reach into the deepest regions of the mind and carry us toward places not yet known. It is a gift—most genuine—and though...
