In all the void and formless and desolate places of our lives, dear Spirit, in joy and love, hovers and moves and forms and breathes me In this day of death and loss and fear… in this day of desolation, Hope is lost, breathing is forced, All crashes without, and within. In this day, thisContinueContinue reading “good friday… …easter sunday”
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The Survivor 