Holy Grief

The form was never alien to me— I knew the burning long before the name inscribed its letters on my heart in flame, my tiny lungs pronouncing agony— the ancient sorrow screamed through infancy. I learned the war on tears; I battled shame. I learned to swallow pain and look the same as stoics hailing […]

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A Time to Mourn

When heaven takes a soul from us and leaves the body cold and still, the balm of truth may calm the mind, but cannot cure the heart of pain for at the tomb of Lazarus where he would rise, creation bowed to Providence, but Jesus wept.

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