Have You Been Poured Out in the Crush?

I sat there, in the presence of saints, and my heart wept for them. For the woman whose husband left for work two years ago — and never came back. And the mature mother who quietly shares that her son is in prison…..again…..then whispers that she...

To Bear Fruit is To Honor the Giver of Fruit

I wrap my fingers around the warmth of its redness, and the apple fairly drops into my palm. Two-fisted, I pluck one, then another and another. The crop is so heavy — branches bowed to the ground, leaves splayed onto the grass. There is a bounty this year. These...
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