Hearts

I followed Yours because it was so full of life, so strong and resolute with every pulse. Now it is silent. Mine is too. I fixed mine upon Yours so that it might flower, but now Yours has withered like grass. Must hearts always fade? Has Love’s river withdrawn...

Burial (Holy Saturday)

Let me wrap, and wrap, and wrap this pain. Let me bind it tightly to stop the bleeding that is no longer. Let me anoint this agony with frankincense and myrrh. Let me wash the grit from the wounds so that suffering does not soil the interment, the goodbye, the letting...

Lent 40 (Holy Saturday)

Let us be together in the silence of memories . . . I remember the pleasure of his company around a table with friends bread crust crumbling in our fingers . . . There was the day I was sinking, overwhelmed by the storm, but there he was — as if catching me was...

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