Holy Week Feet
She hesitated, her foot stumbling. Her eyes furtively glanced into…
She hesitated, her foot stumbling. Her eyes furtively glanced into…
The weighted smell of wet, wind-blown golden leaves. The musty,…
The garnet wine lapped at the cup’s rim as he…
The quiet hush of penance floats down with the dusting…
She stares at the gingerbread house. Just out of reach….
Fingers brush the baby soft brow as the scent of…
It’s not over. It may be the Easter season, and…
Six days before Passover, Mary of Bethany set aside her…
“This life is not what I thought it would be….
This last week, we celebrated Thanksgiving. I was considering writing…