Tag Archives: Good Friday

Because Sunday Always Comes

Today, Love was crucified. Today, Hope was buried. Today, Light was shut in a tomb. Grandma always said the sun hides its face behind a darkened cloud at some point on Good Friday afternoon. As if nature still remembers the … Continue reading

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The Clouds of Good Friday

My Grandma. The one who pinched my nose between the bones of her fingers, smiling with eyes lit and gleaming. The one who called me Shuga’. The one whose tender love was often confused with weakness. She carried Jesus in … Continue reading

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