A Friday Examen

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Sometimes, on the way into darkness I stub my toe on the eyelash of God. Sometimes, forgotten in never-spoken dreams I hear the hushed and tender tones of Heaven breathing…

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A Sunday Examen

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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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