An Ogre’s Lament

Humans – they stink. They taste bad too; yet I eat them because they’re lazy, easy to catch. And they’s stupid…but isn’t the ogre who eats a fool a fool himself? Am I not as lazy as a human? And when I eat them, aren’t I eating something that tastes like dragon dung? Most certainly, I am a fool. Still, tonight, I’ll eat a human or two. Hopefully, I’ll find, at least, one fat one. Fat ones seem to taste better.

The Heart of One Who Ventures Forth (Where Light Burns Brightest)

The shadows that waltz between the trees, the darkness that festoons each limb…all is promise, all is possibility. In that darkness, I see everything. I see the light of adventure. I see the light of wonder. In that darkness, my imagination burns brightest. I look into the darkness, but not for darkness. I look for the light that burns within the darkness for there light burns brightest

Weekly Photo Challenge: Containers

This week’s WordPress Photo Challenge is titled ContainersIt reads, “From “Don’t judge a book by its cover” to “Don’t look at the jug, but at what it contains” (an old Rabbinic saying), we’re constantly taught that the contents of things are more important than the vessels, wrappers, and boxes that hold them in place. This week, let’s give outer shells their due and focus our lenses on things that contain other things.”

I keep four journals. I one, I write my son a letter every day. In another, I write my daughter a letter. Someday, I’ll give these journals (now many, many volumes long) to each of my children. In a third journal, I get creative. I write snippets of tales, adventures, quests, etc. Many of the pieces born in that journals find their way to this blog. Finally, I keep a journal in which I write Jesus, my Saviour, a letter everyday. I praise Him. I talk with Him. I ask Him for help. It;s simply a rewarding way for me to fellowship with Him. The photo posted below is of that journal. It’s a container. It contains Jesus and me.

photo by S. Thomas Summers

photo by S. Thomas Summers


Weekly Photo Challenge: Relic

Although I am late to it, this week’s WordPress photo challenge it titled Relic. The challenge asks, “What images does “relic” conjure for you? A well-worn piece of blue beach glass, the faded pencil markings from a high-school journal, or the curmudgeonly character from the CBC television series, The Beachcombers?”

The photos presented here are of a statue standing in my front yard garden (well, my wife’s garden). Also presented is a poem that I believe well fits the challenge.

Have a blessed day!!

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Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

The Pipe – It’s in His Pipe

“He’s coming,” said the knight nervously. Only small areas of his tarnished armor caught the sun, reflected it back into the aging day.

“Yes, I know,” the wizard answered calmly.

The knight was frustrated, disturbed at the wizard’s apathy.

“Old man, you realize that the fate…the fate of everything is bound to the heart of that man. He will save or damn us all.”

“Yes, I understand,” said the old sage, as he bit into a large red apple.

The knight’s anger had begun to burn.

“Are you preparing a spell? Are you making come concoction? How will know if this man is our savior or doom? How will you know?!?!

“His pipe.”

“His pipe?!”

“Yes, his pipe.”

“What will his pipe tell you? The knight’s face had turned a frightening red.


“But what if he doesn’t smoke a pipe?”

“You’ll kill him,” said the wizard, biting his apple once again.

America, America…

On Independence Day, Americans do not celebrate actual independence from Britain, which didn’t formally come until the signing of the Treaty of Paris on Sept. 3, 1783. Nor do we celebrate the start of the revolution that would make us free, which began in Massachusetts on April 19, 1775 and lasted for eight years. What we celebrate is the act of declaring our independence; the ratification and signing of a document that was meaningless without the might of arms to make it so. What we celebrate are the ideas in the Declaration of Independence, that most remarkable piece of political writing in history, and the courage of the politicians” to do what was right, to defy tyranny, to put their lives in jeopardy. Perfect men? No. Did they form a perfect country? No. However, they did form a nation that would do more for the cause of freedom, national and individual, than any other nation that has ever existed. That is something to fight for. Maybe I need to do a bit more to protect what was so gallantly established.


The quoted material is from an article I read on the Fox News website.


It’s been hot in Northern New Jersey, hot and humid!!! Here’s a proper bit of writing.


Grog! A pint of grog. Cold. Frothy. Grog. If it’s all a man has, it can save his life as it also slowly destroys him, but what of that. I’ll drink it until sleep filches it from me. Tonight, it’s my friend, my only friend – Grog! I tire on relying of the friendship of my sword and my shield. Neither of them truly understand me, at least the way I need to be understood now.