A Rising Song
The word came to me as a waking dream, right in the middle of a Lenten fast that had been hard. A sharp reminder that I have the power to sing, even in the darkness. To dance without music. To see daylight through the dark veil of war, be it within or without. The tears remind me […]
To Be Called
“Like a mother’s early morning call to awaken, Mary Magdalene recognized him by the calling of her name.* Hearing our own names, we sit bolt upright in the tomb, folding the shroud that had covered our faces. To see and be seen is to be raised up. To be able to watch the opening and […]
