This mortal weight: flesh, resurrection, and patience We bear the weight that surrounds us in the daily trappings of life: waking, sleeping, eating, drinking, working, concerning oneself with the plight of one's neighbor. These things are a joy at times, but at others they sit heavily across the shoulders.
Poem: After an ice storm on Ash Wednesday Ice fell from the sky last night, and tree branches now bear its weight. We heard them groan and crack in the dark, gun shots ringing out through the still woods. In the morning some limbs hang ... Read More...
