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Papa’s Playlist 2

Dylan Demarsico Grass

A few months back we featured our first Elisha’s Riddle Playlist, put together by Dylan Demarsico. Titled “Papa’s Playlist,” it featured songs by Chance the Rapper, Lecrae, Kanye West, David Crowder Band, and Kirk Franklin. The goal was to put together an experience with our Heavenly Father through music. Well we’re back with a second installment called, “Papa’s Playlist 2.” …

Hearth

Welcome, All

John Lee Grass

I keep searching for God, but I’ve only found the Devil, he was hiding in the details Stress is a true thief in the night stealing all you are and leaving no wind for your sails Saints seem to paint with alabaster, and cover inequities with plaster Who can run harder, who can run faster… it seems like a grand …

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Papa’s Peace

Dylan Demarsico Grass

_______ Papa has made peace with all things. Many things are asleep to Papa but I am not.   I am awake to Papa’s peace with all things. I am considered a fool by both family and friend.   But my Papa is more precious than silver and gold. You can have all this world, but give me Papa.   …

The Desert is the Fingerprint of God

The Desert is the Fingerprint of God

Rebekah Hoffman Grass

___________ While flying over the desert I thought, The desert is the fingerprint of God. All of the ridges and mountains of sand are holding the imprint of God’s hand. Creatures live and hide in the shadows cast by the setting sun. Just over the mountain peaks a silhouette of shining glory, and all creatures find rest in it. Every …

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The Ship That Sailed Into the World

Dylan Demarsico Grass

There once was a ship filled with a million treasures. There were a few young pirates who lived on the ship. They were amazed that they stumbled upon these treasures. They didn’t earn them, find them, or have to go on a deep treasure hunt with a map or anything. It just appeared one day and the pirates jumped in …

Filip Mroz

Hugging Fear & Loving Wild

John Lee Grass

Deep down inside I saw:   A dark figure is lurking in the far reaches of my heart; it lurks in the far reaches of my mind. It is made of shadow, it’s wispy figure is clad in darkened armor. It, no, it is he, because let’s be honest, this shade is simply a part of me, hiding just beyond …

The Island - A Short Story by John Lee

The Island – Pt 5

John Lee Grass

Read Part 4     It was like falling. Falling and falling and falling. He couldn’t quite place how he ended up where he did, or when the tree bled away and the edges of reality seeped into the picture, but they did, they did all the same.   When he woke up to the baying of wolves soaked to …

The Island - A Short Story by John Lee

The Island Pt. 4

John Lee Grass

Read Part Three   The experience of memory carried him until reality bled into the scenery. Sunrays lanced through the forest roof, and his steps became easier. The air thinned. Fin hardly noticed the transition. Reality was rarely worth participating in, but he thought this was the exception. He pawed both arms up to the sky with a cat-stretch, and …

The Island - A Short Story by John Lee

The Island – Pt. 3

John Lee Grass

Read Part Two… Dreams came quickly, probably something in the seasoning. The dreams were vivid. The dreams were Leaf. She taught him knots. She had showed him parts of the island he would have never dreamt existed. Together they had discovered the Tree. She had become his shelter. She was everything the others wished they could be to Fin. She …

The Island - A Short Story by John Lee

The Island – Pt. 2

John Lee Grass

Read Part One… Wreckage. He winced as the splintery wood parted his skin like a knife in butter. It wasn’t too deep, or at least it didn’t feel too deep. It was however, bloody. Very bloody. His world was swimming, stars dotted his vision like an evil kaleidoscope. Pieces of waterlogged wood lay scattered up the coastline as far as …

The Island - A Short Story by John Lee

The Island – Pt. 1

John Lee Grass

Fin yanked at the axe’s handle. It was always hardest to gather wood during the rainy season. He braced his foot against the sinewy bark and jerked back, landing hard on his rear. His vision doubled up and fell back in line accordingly. He got back up and took another swing. His war of attrition with the tree went on …