
UNSHROUDED
What is consciousness? Am I in it? Is it in me? Everything is vague, dim. My senses seem shrouded, distant, blocked. Something or Someone calls

UNSHROUDED
What is consciousness? Am I in it? Is it in me? Everything is vague, dim. My senses seem shrouded, distant, blocked. Something or Someone calls



Dawn Invitation
Dawn lays upon the land like a benediction Distant hills are etched in purple against the pastel sky Pristine New made Pure. Breathe it in

The Long Hall
I had been in this descending tunnel with Him before. It was dark, rough-hewn, marks of its working still visible on the stone walls. We


First Christmas – Did He Say…?
Did He say, when contemplating Incarnation, “Father, I go, of My own will, true. Yet I cannot help feel that You send Me away.” Did

Kat B's alter ego
writer & Blogger
I love the various colours of life. They bring such vibrancy and joy. I have found that God is the Source of all the colours that make life worth living.