Consequences are the hardest debts I pay.
Author: wally metts
The Corridor
I know I-75. And perhaps it is home too, a strip of asphalt that connects the people I love. I know where the first Cracker Barrel is heading south, and the first one headed north. I know the stretches where there are no gas stations or rest areas. I know where they start putting sugar in the tea. But a lot is new, too, along the road and in my life.
For lent, week one
I both have caused and tasted of his blood— my distance from this scene is not so far; and though the things I suffer are quite small I focus on my superficial scars.
On turning fifty
OK, so I was whining. But I don't age as gracefully, or as beautifully, as Katie does, although I admit that turning fifty doesn't seem as traumatic as turning 40.
Cool word
All the senses, all the forces of the soul and of the spirit, all the exterior resources are so many open outlets to the Divinity; so many ways of tasting and of adoring God.