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

  • Love

    When love is in your heart, it fills you with a burning passion like no other. When love is not there, everything is meaningless, like a shoe to a bird. But when love is there, it comforts you like a warm hug on a cold night. Love is not easily disturbed, if it is the…

  • Sunshine

    In the mornings, when the early birds are starting to stir, golden rays of sunshine pour down all over the world. Sunshine is a pleasure we can experience, knowing that it will always be there tomorrow. Like a waterfall, it splashes all nature with life. Strong, powerful streaks of sun light let the flowers bloom,…

  • Flowers

    Such glory can only be found in a flower. From the smoothness of the petals to the sweet fragrance it wafts around it, surely flowers are the main joy of nature. It’s stem a luscious emerald green, it’s petals an array of colour, and it’s sun yellow centre attracting bee’s by the dozen. All the…

  • Beauty

    Beauty is not so much outward than it is inward. Someones face may look like a doll, but their personality may look like a witch. Beauty isn’t lining people up and deciding who’s complexion is smoothest, it’s knowing that even if there is someone more outwardly beautiful than that person, it’s their personality that makes…

  • Crucifix Hater

    Original Short Story By Sofia, Tasmania, 2020