On the first day of Christmas, they hauled you from me with the forceps while a crimson Santa blinked outside and made the rain new blood. The second day, I washed with frankincense, fed you thin gold, summoned by the high star of your cry. The third day, milk came swaddling-pale, shepherd’s flock white. TheContinue reading “#adventapertures2025: day 24”
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psalms for passiontide: Maundy Thursday Psalm 116.1,10-17
As I write this I am at present without a voice due to a virus I picked up several weeks ago. My throat is my weak spot and a barometer to the state of my overall health, and over the last few years I have experienced several lengthy periods where I can only whisper, andContinue reading “psalms for passiontide: Maundy Thursday Psalm 116.1,10-17”
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