In the Land of Grief: The Lion Roars

The hues of death take me to lands I’ve never before traveled. Mountains of grief snatch air from my chest the higher I climb. Valleys of sorrow hide the sun from my face. Who are you, Death? What have you done to my family? Have you come solely for the purpose of breaking our hearts?…

Crossing the Bridge on Good Friday

I collapsed. Exhausted from the chase of everything that can’t satisfy. Blackness. Not even sleep could help me escape the misery of who I was. Each time I resolved to do better, I fell back again and again. Bleak hopelessness encompassed my world. I couldn’t go on. Then, in the darkness I heard rustling. Voices…