My home is in her, with her heart, regardless, and once more I can recognize my savior in her, and welcome Easter again.
My years have taught me to choose hope, to choose love, to look for the good, so this year, this time, I choose that more than ever.
A season of death is upon us, unstoppable, the only way is through, so may God be with us and may we be with God
…the sense of isolation is the evil one’s delight and one of the greatest deceits of this world.
Thank you…for sharing your sacred place with me, where the implements of Eucharist are pruners and shovel, and the vestments work gloves and hat.