Good Friday

By Jeffrey Seitz Dear God,  Are these snowflakes the frozen tears  you’ve harvested within your eternally fatigued soul?  Why did you hide them for so long?  The sanctuaries are layered with Dust. Ghosts. Memories. Vows.  Forsaken commitments.  The wind’s mighty hand rattles the tree bones; the wood has been laid.  We wait for fire to … Continue reading Good Friday