On a Phrase by Milosz by John G. Evans 4/28/2020 5:42:30 AM โI was tortured by fear of what would happen next.โ * A tiny village born of German earth which sifts the morning sky? as my age-old face asks all the questions and reasons away all the whys. The foggy vaporโs emergence breaks open…
The Relentless State of Our Souls
The Relentless State of Our Souls by John G. Evans 4/28/2020 5:24:06 AM Through an uneasy task in seeking Christ we lie in wait ~ as the state of our souls, in which we truly cannot hide, we witness: Oneโs fiery response that surely counter-reflects, and ascertains, behold one views the demons of oneself, holds…
The Prodigal Son
The Prodigal Son By John G. Evans 4/28/2020 3:22:03 AM I was born in 1954. I weighed 4 pounds, 2 ounces. I was not expected to live. Like the hospital visit by the Lady of a golden azure whom I kissed her hand, Was this a pious illusion? My arms were tied to the gurney.…
John G. Evans
Truth as a Child May See ~ Deadened fossils of the past, worries of the future, as opening in the present moment the healing of a suture. Why, must I torture myself? This past thus dead and gone, and the future nowhere to be seen, all that clearly remains is transforming our minds to living…
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