Growing up, I never understood the fuss about Easter. Christmas was the holiday when I unwrapped gifts, ate my favourite dishes till I couldn't breathe and wore the fanciest dresses. But Easter always seemed calm, if not gloomy. My parents would make us fast and pray, and family devotions always seemed to drag for hours… Continue reading Calvary
Dripping with blood, weighed down by my filth You looked at my crimson robe and smiled Your body was broken, but your spirit called out to me “child..” Love so overwhelming Yet so reassuring It pours like an avalanche Yet kisses with feather-like affection Its sweetness kills my bile And forces my closed heart open… Continue reading From Prodigal
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