Hello! I’ve recently moved, and I’ve been thinking a lot in the process. The hardest thing has been leaving the people I love, despite how excited I am for new adventures and experiences. This poem was inspired by those feelings. You’re a gaping hole a missing part the most precious part of me You’re my …
The sky, gorged with the dust of infinite lights,for all history has hungas a canopy over every great and noble deed,a muse to the creators ofthe highest masterpieces. These glowing constellations of storied heroeshave guided men on adventuresand guided them back home. I lift my eyes to this stardust expanseand dream of the adventureI most …
Last week, you read the first part of an epic poem about the people of Marah. To recap, they had just fallen down a waterfall on the River Ely in the middle of winter. Here is what happened next :) Next she new, Brielle found Herself within the warmest mound Of blankets made from fur and …
Adventure by Beth Wangler | Come on an adventure with me! We’ll catch the last note of taps and ride it out of town…
Please accept my apologies for how long you’ve had to wait for this next chapter. I am student teaching now, in addition to going to school, and it’s taking nearly all of my waking time. In the midst of all that, at the end of January, we had a loss in our family. On top …
Adventure by Beth Wangler | Come on an adventure with me! We’ll catch the last note of taps and ride it out of town…
Today’s installation of Finding God in Stories brings to you Doctor Who! Doctor Who is a British TV series about the Doctor, a time-traveling alien. For the past 50 years, viewers have watched the Doctor travel through time and space in his T.A.R.D.I.S (Time and Relative Dimension in Space)–his time machine that looks like a …
When I ask for life like it used to be, You say, “The past was beautiful, But the future is brilliant. We’re on an adventure, No two days are the same, But I’m leading the way. Remember our past, Rejoice in the present, Rest in the promise of the future. You are and always will …
No one ever comes out alive. I glance at the young man beside me. Jorthâes, the eldest son of King Avänt—he’s my best friend. His set expression as he looks at the dark forest directly ahead of us tells me he’s thinking the same thing as me. We may not …