Reflection, Spiritual

The Morning After

I could only imagine the day after Jesus' death. The sadness expressed in the faces of the disciples, His mother, Mary Magdalene and others. Yes, our human side sometimes takes over as it did with them. One thing is certain though, even the darkest nights are followed by a morning and oh what a glorious… Continue reading The Morning After

Poetry

These Tears

They have more stories than the Empire State More statements than this month's issue More issues than a magazine Yet easily erased with a simple tissue These tears They are unspoken prayers That roll down my cheek They are an escape vent When I can't speak These tears Fragments of my heart In liquid form… Continue reading These Tears