We Are Dust
Ash Wednesday We are dust– cosmic remnant of stars, soot glistening in the sunlight, embers flickering warmth, dark fertile soil. […]
Ash Wednesday We are dust– cosmic remnant of stars, soot glistening in the sunlight, embers flickering warmth, dark fertile soil. […]
A Pancake Grace of Sorts Ordinary blessings…milk and flour, an egg and a bit of butter. The ingredients of joy
This Holy Week This Holy Week pain is agonizingly real. Betrayal, repression, and murder feel ever present. We war, rage
A Pandemic Alleluia This year it is,at best,a whisper–our pandemic Alleluia.A song on mute, words mouthed.The shadow of death, too