The Shadow

He left in pursuit of his own existence for even of that he was unsure. He yearned for unobscure truths that he could feel in his hands and say, Here, this is what I am. This I can believe in. By Jason Weaver, 2017 Advertisements

Morning Grace

Let me be tender and kind, tolerant and wise; Let me be generous and just, grateful and forgiving; Let me be strong by being compassionate. Let me show love without restrain. Let me give without wanting, and receive without taking. Let me be humble. Let me be sincere. Let this be my morning grace. by …

The Stone Bearer

While roaming the roads of life, the man of middle-age reached a stubborn standstill when he encountered a rapid stream. Not able to amble forward and no other way around, he was unsure of what to do — for he carried with him upon his back a sack laden with the myriad stones and rock …

Thinkers and Dreamers

“He goes about his life with his head up in the clouds,” they scoff and with a brusk wave of their hands brush him aside. But where they are blind, the dreamers and the poets, the artists and the philosophizers have the vision to glean from the sky the secrets of life. And in the …

Planet Earth

When people ask me “Where are you from?” I do not hesitate to respond “From planet Earth.” Although, I must admit, that sometimes I wonder if that is the outright truth. And if I am to be absolutely honest here, by the looks on their faces, I think they often doubt it as well. by …

Neomarica: The Color of Love

  In the garden she sat upon a stone, taking a rest from her daily devoir to ponder her purpose in the world about her. She closed her eyes, as she so often did at times like this, her face turned toward the morning sun, and ruminated on all that she was not and all …