Top lit thunder heads
Those fearful breasts of heaven
Our mouths open wide
This marks the end of National Poetry Month. I have only wetted my whistle heh heh.
Jesus agonizes on the cross for six hours. During morning coffee it begins. The last 3 hours (noon to 3 pm) darkness covers the whole land.
Consider a disciple, sipping his coffee, who has put all his eggs in this one basket. Could it have felt like anything but losing?