Praise the Holy One! For from out of man he has created a woman. Woman, to a man is a Thing of beauty, grace, charm, evident of her slow and melodical walk. He is in love with his own mourning, as if she will paralyze him all the way to his death. So where is…
MY JOURNEY INTO THE NUPTIAL MYSTERY: THE HYPOSTATIC UNION FOR ESPOUSAL LOVE – ENCOUNTER WITH HOLINESS
John Gregory Evans © 2020, Boise, ID. The Beginning of Encounter My intimate personal story and experience born October 13th, 1954, only eleven short years after the horrific bombing of Hiroshima, Nagasaki, and the hidden tortures of the Holocaust. Little did I know between 1959-1960 I would be moving to a small German village near…
On the Cusp of Blackness’ Ride
Upon the cusp of blackness, we stare, I See a hope clinging to the everywhere, Religiosity is an interior pull Of white corpses Walking, without purpose but to be saved Through the mechanized wheel of Misfortune, where dead bodies aspire to heal. As if a preacher man from the Right Conceals the truth together, tonight…
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 & Paavo Oso Arts 