Tuesday, January 15, 2008. Saints and soothsayers have this in common,. Crass crowds crucify them for their message. Many a martyr has been made this way,. Withholding no wisdom or wit to live. Longer, lest they be found liars in death. Do not doubt that destiny has a time. To test any temperament, a season. To search out souls and see what lies beneath. Monday, January 14, 2008.

In the territory of Lyons, in the Jura Mountains, the death of St. Romanus, abbot, who first had led the life of a hermit there. His reputation for virtues and miracles brought under his guidance many monks. Faith and Works, Body and Spirit. And in like manner also Rahab t.

Ramblings of an imagination, imprisoned on one side of paper. Taking a deep breath, she pushed aside the curtains and smiled at the morning sun, ready for another old day. Beside her slept Jacob, his arms curled around his bare torso, his lips slightly ajar. His breathing was slow and gentle with a hint of mint breath spray and sweet sex. Or a sexually-deprived assassin, to be exact.

From the air before the cutting edge. Meanwhile, the original work has been so dismembered that there now exists no trace of the common structure binding the tower together - the mortar, the heart, the blood that the author injected into the text has been discarded as slag.