I shielded my eyes from the blaze of the sun, and let my elbow rest against the rough wood of the picnic table top. It was unbearably hot, a summer reality in North Carolina that I am still growing accustomed to. I bat at the pesky gnats swarming around my forehead and tilted my head
God of the world of unknown mysteries… God of the realm tucked deeply behind that horizon… God of the land yet untread on this journey… God of our home still seen, We seem not to know you well. We call you by familiar names, names of dominance and triumph and victory, but we know little