examen

A Monday Examen

1920 1280 Robert Rife

There is no way to distinguish the place where the radiance of evening touches the face of God. Just fingers of grace-soaked light long, drawling and sure, that pull at…

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A Sunday Examen

1920 1280 Robert Rife

God’s tears like sweet nectar fall in swollen rivulets down the back of my life. The words of the day jumbled in tumbling silence portray what little is left to…

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