The daylight slipped away and stripped the flame from my last candle, but one by one the stars began to bloom in gloomy fields of sky, and I, though planted in the dark, felt the spark—that old and trusty hook— when I looked up.
Read more "Hope"I gobbled life voraciously, assuming each unending bit for me. For free. I still bite eagerly, but recently each piece seems heaven’s costly peace. – – – Photo by Ana M.: https://www.pexels.com
Read more "There was a time"Ana, Your grave lies small beside the grass, which short–I hear the sound of mowers still rises higher than the marbled flat within the ground. This place we laid you: never once to see the sun, or the brown and dying blades of life. But now the grass is green again and now the sun […]
Read more "To Ana"When Jesus gave the bread and cup He offered thanks, and grateful, led the triumph to the cross. – – – – –
Read more "Thanksgiving Communion"
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