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"