Our Jesus? Hanging on a tree From a distance we see The Infinity reduced to finality The Emblem of our collective hostility Hanging on a tree For all to see our misplaced hope Our ill-placed means to cope with our fate, enwrapped in darkness’ cloak The future; fractured. Cut off from hope Like Judas: desperately... Continue Reading →
Putting on Lament
"Like one who takes away a garment on a cold day, or like vinegar poured on a wound, is one who sings to a heavy heart." Proverbs 25:20, NIV I remember the heaviness of those early days of grief. When the loss of our newborn son was an open wound, fresh and tender, and I... Continue Reading →