A Passage Through Thorns
On the way to the vernal pond, I notice how we can’t even approach it unless we pass through the thorns. There’s no way around
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On the way to the vernal pond, I notice how we can’t even approach it unless we pass through the thorns. There’s no way around
I could chronicle my life in tantrums. Two years ago, I demanded new Easter dresses and complained that we didn’t have reservations at the expensive
This afternoon, I notice my winterberry bush budding in the backyard. Those blooms hold particular significance this Easter season because I’ve beheld their cycle this
Today in church, during the most reflective part, a little girl in a soft pink Easter dress spilled her grape communion juice. It trickled down