Donald W. Catchings Jr.'s Blog

All come to a point in life when their spirit is drained and everything seems to have fallen into ruin. It is in this moment that one must step out in faith and call on the only One who can breathe life back into their dormant soul and defeated bones. Revival and Victory: A Poetic Companion to Prince Caspian uses reflections and poetry to provide a chapter by chapter revelation that guides the reader along the true path taken by the Pevensies and company in Prince Caspian — the path to this One’...

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BOOK 1 IN HERO’S JOURNEYThere is more to being a hero than sword and sheild. A true hero must have control over mind, body, and soul. A true hero must rely on more than their strength alone.

BOOK 2 IN HERO’S JOURNEY

INTO THE FURNACE…FEAR IN ONE HAND, FAITH IN THE OTHER

BOOK 3 IN HERO’S JOURNEY

ALL WILL FALL OR RISE IN THE RAGE OF KUTIKAL

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In every story, in every life, there is sacrifice.
Travel through time with the characters of the Time-Sacrifice series as they discover what matters most and what sacrifice they will have to make to keep it.

ON AMAZON

Your heart, your soul, you mind . . .

The deeper you go,

The more you will find,

“There must be more to

Me

Than what is inside.”

There is a peace, a love, a hope

Beyond time:

Deep inside

And far above

Yourself.

There is One who is Love;

One who made you.

He is your peace.

This is my reading of John Donne’s ‘Holy Sonnet X: Death Be Not Proud,’ set to Beethoven’s ‘Moonlight Sonata, 1st Movement.’

This is a reading of my poem, ‘Unbreakable love in her eyes’.

Photo by Luana Bento on Pexels.com It takes you to another place. That trumpet singing, on and off pace.   It takes you to another world. That rhythm section sends you off for   a meeting with the stars— a place where sorrows sing from way off, far.   Yet, you feel closer than ever. Sorrow and joy mixing in that scaled fever   Where worries seem to disappear. That rhythm! Ah, yes! Can you hear?!   doom tick doom tick doom tick doom tick doom tick doom tick doom ...

The push. The pull. The light. A breathing tot. The piercing suction, shock. Hand squeezing. Fraught.   A clamp. A tug. A snap. The bones detach. An arm. A leg. Two arms. Two legs. A crack.   A pricking prod; then, sucking needle sucks. A Life dissolves: the womb, a mire of muck.   A babe wrapped tight in clothe. He’s safe. Yes, safe. The tubes. The clamps. His time? Not yet. He waits.   Should not all life lie safe close to the breast? Is this the cost for Self, for Health? P...

What does it mean to speak?Images forming images?Sounds forming sounds?Thoughts forming thoughts?The tick of the tongueTaps against the mouth.Curling and twistingLike worms on the ground.Through the nostrils,Oxygen’s inhaled.At the back of the mouth,Salivation builds.In the shoot of the throat, Two cords vibrate,Up to the teeth,Where lungs escape.Lips open.Jaw creaks onits hinges.Is it just lettersRolling off the tongue,Slipping past the gums,Licking up the lips, Jutti...