Author Archives: Ken Greenman

The sunset to sunset day with the added ingredient of of The Holy folded into the mix so we may live through time now, with the hint of Heaven, both for those who remember and for those who have forgotten … Continue reading →

King George III, born to monarchy whispers a wish. It becomes a royal command. It is accomplished. General George, issues an order, and given the independent attitude of the Continentals, maybe, the order is carried out, after discussions, fter elections, … Continue reading →

To get from crown to crowd, drop the N, crow a bit, add the D and get liberty…. or possibly a mobocracy…. Such is politics….

To rest in the hollow of Gods hand is to risk being crushed in a fit of His rage. A prayer for the working of Gods will in your life is a prayer to be refined in unquenchable fire, perhaps, … Continue reading →

It had come to be a while since my Muses sang to me, with their soft melodies, voices like little bells, chimes and fairy giggles in the forest. So, I complained. How could I be expected to create without their … Continue reading →

On the twelfth day the man said to the woman, “Let me be the air you breathe, the strength you need, the center of the life you lead. Be with me and I will awaken your dreams. You shall not … Continue reading →

Not for nothing was Theology proclaimed “The Queen of Sciences”. Not lately, of course. Not in our hyper-scientific-materialistic- rational-rat-race-era-of-lauded-reason. (Not to be sarcastic, but look where that’s got us!) But, why wouldn’t it be? Physics, Biology, Chemistry, Astronomy draw their … Continue reading →

Maybe it’s our growing population, so taxing to heavens switchboard. All those prayers for miracles multiplying as humanity races around the baby-making track. We’ve worn Clarence and Michael ragged, their wings tattered, their halo bent and dented, their trumpet rusty … Continue reading →

God’s got fingers making miracles. One is a teacher. One is your nurse. One is your doctor. One, a pastor. One, your ever loving spouse. Two are your parents. (Yeah, Yeah… I know! That’s more than five! So what? God’s … Continue reading →

It can never end well, in that it ends. A professor emiritus drooling into his porridge, his room silent against the clattering of trays on the cart in the hall, the nurses call. Or dear great grandma falling into final … Continue reading →