What you decide not to sayyou forget how to say,and what moved you is exhaled, but left unsaid Might I be deadbefore the unsaid is allowed to breathebefore I may grieveAnd then when the words are heardor perhaps are read,perhaps simple dates or facts may hurtsomeone still living inside unsaid,holding their breathMemories of the deadContinue reading “Arriving with Pansies”
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A story about church and trust and death
Monsignor Hannan reminded me of a wadded up piece of paper. Pale, bent, and curled up awkwardly at the edges in his arthritic stubs of fingers and permanently creased and bent black leather shoes. He had little, wet, blue eyes. Like someone had flung two droplets of water onto the wadded up paper, and they’dContinue reading “A story about church and trust and death”
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