You were not perplexed when I dragged my muddy feet along your carpet, pulled my broken suitcase through your door. You were not put off by the dirt under my fingernails, or the stench of my unwashed heart. You did not frown when I jumped all over your furniture and pulled all the crockery out … Continue reading arms wide open
I sit, grazing the horror and the holiness with the tips of my fingersmy dimmed vision conjouring a dusty road leading to Golgothareminding myself of the vivid reality of a suffering GodWhy commemorate Good Friday? In order not to forget.
garlands of light lining the streetsevery window an invitation to find a new present for givinga new incentive for spendinga flurry of parcels and wrappingof ribbons, rosettes, of artificialpine, of the search to findthe perfect gift for thosewho are impossible to buy for…stepping back now, out of the shopping mallinto a different land and timewhere … Continue reading the child