I died and went to heaven, and as the…holy fog cleared, I noticed I was wearing an apron…And when he looked up, I recognized his face as Jesus.
Now that he is buried, I don’t know where to start…like I’m standing within reach of the merry-go-round yet can’t find the timing to climb back on
There comes a point where we let go completely…of trying to remember, of paying attention, of doing.
I have been graced to witness someone come to know in the core of his being that he was loved as he was…
…if you lean in you can hear the moaning…it is only human to wish for something else