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[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] God created – all complete: finished, nothing to repeat … Jesus saved – it’s all complete: finished, nothing to repeat … They treasure Sunday’s taste of heavenly pleasure!

Lily pads are scattered as green flakes in reckless abandon from my fibreglass bow their green diameters hide under the push of visiting waves...

soaring in the wind – from BC’s Sulphur Mountain I sprint one thermal to another claiming height as my mentor- the tallest of coniferous surrenders...

The Hitman Chapter 5 A Picking Of Victims The corrugated ripples on the water reflected the blue sky up above. Harry and Jo sat in the boat as it...

.\ “The Pub Singer ” By Paul McCann All the boys from the rail always drink in Moss Vale, in this pub where singing’s not allowed . Then this man at...

Squinting eyes open the valve of time’s cycle as a morning sun brightens into life a drop of one foot then another upon the floor – like a threat of...

Today would've been Mom and Dad's 55th anniversary if they had lived. They were married on September 25, 1965. Dad was seventeen (almost eighteen) at...

Friday, September 25, 2020 It is a brilliant Fall day in WNY. Temps are in the high seventies. We drove South on Rte.#219 to Ellicottville today. The...