What is a mourning bride of Christ, you say? Bare with me a moment while I try to explain… Sometimes, when I’m alone at church, letting my heart long for the Sweet Beloved, I get a glimpse of myself shrouded in black. I wear a black lace veil so long it almost touches the ground. […]
Category: Prose
Looking Back – Thoughts on The Past, The Present, The Future
Isn’t it funny how life changes? Nothing is ever, really, still. Atoms, molecules, cells, particles, are all in constant motion. Sometimes so fast we only see the aftermath. Looking backwards is kind of like that. You see the long, winding road from where you came, and you feel the earth beneath your feet, the sun […]