When Hope Died

Oh it was bleak Those days in between. When hope was dead. Not wounded or missing, ill or asleep but dead. Lamb followed freely to the execution tree And before their own eyes, hope breathed his last. Spear pierced in, evidence poured out Body was lowered, wrapped-up, entombed. Hope said it himself, with final exhale:…

Easter musings, Age 8

Parental disclaimer: I helped her with the spelling and nothing else. Entirely her idea and she’s thrilled to be today’s guest blogger. Sometimes, simple is best. Happy Easter everyone! You know it’s not about collecting Easter eggs, visiting friends and family members. Well… now that I’m thinking about it, it’s sort of about that too….