longing – Making Note of the Moments

An Experimental Short Story

I have never written fiction before, though I have written lots of essays and some poetry, plus professional research articles. But I have always wanted to try. So I am going to jump out of the airplane–and see where the story takes me. The difference is, this will be a kind of performance art, because … Read more An Experimental Short Story

#2 The Beginning part 2

Part of an ongoing serial story Niko followed silently behind Mrs. Stone, but his mind was agitated. He turned over her few words in his mind, much like a jackdaw would look for jewels among pebbles. What did she mean by saying only a fortunate few are welcomed here? Hadn’t he decided on his own … Read more #2 The Beginning part 2

Not A Simple Question

I have come to a conclusion. Perhaps if I had thought about it more carefully at first I would not be surprised. But it has only recently occurred to me that a great deal of the disturbance about evolution—yes, no, theistic, atheistic, guided, unguided, young earth, old earth, Darwinist , near- neutralist, whatever! is about … Read more Not A Simple Question

#1 The Beginning

Part of an ongoing serial story There once was an old woman with a magical house. Every now and again the house would grow a new room, and the old woman would know it was time to expect guests. She never knew who would come, or when, just that some day there would be someone … Read more #1 The Beginning

Beauty Leads Us Home

Why is the world a beautiful place and why does it touch me? When I was 16, my parents gave me a horse. I was a fairly typical teenager— alienated, self-absorbed, and without a way to ground my understanding of the world. I had received a certain worldview from my parents, but it was incomplete … Read more Beauty Leads Us Home

Home At Last

November 25, 2019November 27, 2021Ann Gauger

Christ_Pantocrator_mosaic_from_Hagia_Sophia Wikipedia Common;
Angels at Mamre by Andrei Rublev, Public Domain, at Wikimedia Common;
Vladimirskaya / Vladimir Mother of God icon taken by Jim Forest, at Flickr https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.0/

 Homesick hungry weary lonely
 Hearts beleaguered, yet unbowed
 ‘Still we seek thee ancient beauty
 Shining prospect glimpsed through cloud.
 Bright horizon, distant city
 Where our joy cries out ,”Believe!”
 Where our hearts are stilled and gentled
 Love the atmosphere 
 We breathe. 

Hearts that long for such a morning
Find no ease in emptiness—
Ancient beauty sate our yearning
Slake our thirst for holiness
For with thee the new day dawning
Soft and sweet all dread now ceasing
Peace and righteousness shall kiss 
And joy will ring out love’s
Great Feast.

Love’s Reply

November 16, 2019November 27, 2021Ann Gauger

Love’s Reply: Written in response to a piece that has long since morphed into something else, all that remains is the sequence of repentance and joy. All written and recorded in Noteflight.

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