Clarity in Muddied Waters

A Messianic Journey Through Pen and Peace. Writing from the Stillness Within.

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She was a phantom of delight When first she gleam’d upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment’s ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like twilight’s, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From Maytime and the cheerful dawn; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.

Category: Stories From A Young Heart

  • Violet La Chelair

    Chairs scraped noisily as people leaned this way and that, chattering to the people next to them. Every where you looked, merry faces blabbed all kinds of news to others. The grand hall of the village was now playing host to the village itself, allowing them to hold their monthly meeting. It was as people…

  • New Day

    Twinkling lights danced across the lake, with the grace of a gazelle. The crisp evening air whipped around, making leaves scurry like field mice. The drifting leaves placed themselves decoratively all over the water, causing gentle ripples to shimmy their way across the pale liquid. Golden light seeped through gaps in among the trees who…

  • The Cheese Hunter

    Small frame. Furry figure. It’s the cheese hunter. Large eyes. Sparkling bright. It’s the cheese hunter. Paws rubbing. Making a plan. It’s the cheese hunter. Stepping forward. Reaching out. It’s the cheese hunter. Holding in its paws, It’s golden reward. It’s the cheese hunter. Nibbling contently. Gazing dreamily. It’s the cheese hunter.

  • Relaxation

    The day is an endless assault of division and spelling. My weary mind slaves away, writing word after word, thinking of answer after answer. Voices drone on, while I struggle to string together words to form a sentence. Craning my neck, I look up at the ticking clock that hangs proudly on the white wall.…

  • Alive

    Help. Deeper I go, wallowing where no one hears you. The ground is unstable, its dark folds are enveloping me. My footing warps again, leading me to another passage, a passage of self-pity, a passage of doubt. Round a corner of sniffling people, stuck in their miserable worlds, through a corridor of people who grope…