Holy crumbs for a holy world
As the children make their way out the door, trails of leftover communion bread go with them.
As the children make their way out the door, trails of leftover communion bread go with them.
Because my yearning comes from somewhere, and that somewhere must be you.
All hands join in to get 40,000 pungent cloves into the ground.
As I lifted the chalice, the baby began to play soccer under my ribs.
At first I found the "little flower" insufferable. Then I read her unedited writing.