My church Sometimes I find there is more wisdom here in the moldy crackled walls of dirty carpets and plastic chairs and the taste of hot dogs split in three so there’s enough to share than in a thousand gleaming halls. Sometimes I find there is more love here in the dress bought with everyone’s hands ofContinue reading “My church”
When He breathed life into our bones You’ve never felt a silence quite so loud as this, a silence weaving in and out of rotting skulls that lay decaying, a silence rendering multitudes hauntingly wordless in the scorched heat. Can these bones live?
