Author: Rhea B. Riddle

The Edge of My Mountaintop


Was it the heavy breeze of midnight that beckoned so sweetly Perhaps the moon flickering signals through fresh green boughs. Ah, it was a clarion call, high-toned sound of brass weeping in awe Enticing my adventurous soul once again to…

A Lovely Moment


I slumped in my deck chair; my eyes level with the bowl of the metal bird bath.  It was a pleasant view covered as it was with a greenish patina on the metal.  I had filled it with fresh water…

Blessed Redeemer

Empty grave - Rhea

The scene: And Jesus said, Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do.  And parting his garments among them, they cast lots.  And the people stood beholding. And the rulers also scoffed at him, saying, “He saved others;…