Happy Monday!

Hey, all!
I started writing the Young Chesterton Chronicles back in early 2003 when I was snowed in with my wonderful family in Vancouver, Washington….
My family….
All.
Seven.
Children.
😀
Nah, it wasn’t that bad. But I just realized that I turned what will [hopefully!] be the final volume during…a week that we were all snowed in down here in the Dallas TX area where we now live. Almost exactly 20 years later! Oh, what a strange trip it’s been…
A few more days, and my podcast interview with J.R. Handley in his amazing show, Blasters and Blades will hit the airwaves. 🙂
Take care, folks…I’m a happy camper as of late . Life- it’s not perfect, but it’s a darned sight better than it was a decade ago.
Thank you, God. 🙂

….

At the end of my thousand year journey

To the land where the Red Sands Fly,

I saw a wood nub in the ground

And I stopped from passing by.

I dug and it became a cross

Buried deep so long ago,

I dug more and’t became a dome

To hold the faith I couldn’t show.

I dug and dug, and found a church

House of bread in house of gold

A faith I’d lost was finally found

And old was young and young was old.

An ancient wrong now put to right

I sit, and stare and cry

At wonder, romance, and love so fair

In the land where the Red Sands Fly

Noah J. Clemon

For Our Lady of the Red Sands Shrine in Tamil Nandu, India.

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