Where We Live: A Reflection for Holy Saturday
This is where we live; shrouded in darkness Bearing the indelible marks of death Saturday. Blackened Saturday. Hope of Sunday morning’s light breaking through, Nowhere to be found. This is where we live; in shock, in grief Coping with our well worn mechanisms Food, drink, sex, idle chatter, work When my mom was dying, my […]
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