A prophet from South West Africa stands to my right upon the land beneath Michael’s calf. He stares at the river in stark concentration, working to connect and engage the…
I stand on my usual spot on the land beneath Michael's calf. I have been here for a while now, going through my usual prayer discipline. First I go through…
A waterfall thunders before me. I have been standing here for a very long time. So long that I have noticed the rock change from the constant bombardment of the…
Gatherer and I stand beside a table where a grossly overweight man hunches greedily over a large plate piled high with brightly colored food. He scoffs it down noisily, all…
I walk upon the prayer path flanked by Gatherer and Builder. Our footsteps are in sync, like soldiers marching on parade. Each time each step hits the ground it trembles,…
Builder and I stand watching a team of Oxen lazily plodding through a field as an impossibly heavy plough is dragged behind them through hard soil. It is as if…
Gatherer and I stand beneath the bridge upon the land beneath Michael’s calf. He holds a scroll in his hands and proceeds to open it so that I may see…
I am a link in a chain. Thousands of people hold hands tightly, straining together to pull thousands more out of a sea of quicksand. Every now and then, someone…
Uriel and I stand together watching a man weep in impotent frustration. He cries out to God for help, begging to be saved from the ruthless indifference of his Christian…
