We gather together to eat with joy the life that died so that we would not starve at all… or everRead more "Lamb for Easter"
It always seemed the lamb should die at night with dark like curtains, solemn, wrapped around, while pools of crimson gathered on the ground. Instead he died in milling crowds—and light. The priests were quick; their bloody hands a flight of flashing knives. The bleating sheep! The sound of death that pinched my beating […]Read more "The Last Lamb"