We laid the past to rest, down in the dirt, buried deep, thinking—hoping—it was the end. But then the flowers grew— memories in bloom across the grass— a portrait of life with not a hint of loss. Spring casts these foreshadows— the curse lifted, the tears gone, the work of God’s fingers making all things … Continue reading Foreshadowing

Daylight Thievery

I awoke to find the morning taken, plunged back into winter, so close to spring; the full moon perching on the sky, veiled in clouds, lofty and aloof. I had to leave home, alone and cold, headlights clearing just enough space to pass—on time—through the darkness. Who stole my sunshine and gave it to the … Continue reading Daylight Thievery