Saturday
By Ella Childs Though the day is for resting, I find I cannot sit still with the grief. And he has left us with this suffocating stillness, the absence of
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Tag: poetry
Palm Sunday
By Chris Ribaudo There is a season for everything, even here, where lawns are trimmed to perfection, where mailboxes lean slightly in the wind, and the rhythm of sprinklers keeps
My Jesus
Painting by Brynne Whitaker One way of praying and reading scripture is to imaginatively enter a biblical scene as one of the characters or an unnamed observer, and to interact
A Woman Held God Poem
Gentle pressure on my chest. His head resting on my heart. Still, I feel baby breath rapid on my stomach rise and fall. My arms encircle warmth, holding close. Hands
Avent Maranatha Poem
What does a flower do but bloom and die As rose petals do fall among the thorns And some buds fail to bloom, where is the life? My friends, for
