Fresh cut

Three days before my father-in-law died, I visited a local florist seeking some cheer, for me, for all of us. Stepping through oddly placed, automatic, glass sliding doors that had been an afterthought on an old house felt like stepping into open jaws ready to consume. Willing to be eaten, I entered to find promises … Continue reading Fresh cut

grief and glimpses of glory

To be alone with me You went up on a tree ~Sufjan Stevens, To Be Alone With You When my brother died I looked for him everywhere. I knew without a doubt that his faith had become sight and now he’d seen the King. I know where he is. Left here on the faltering gray … Continue reading grief and glimpses of glory