After the emptiness,the rattlesnakes,the venom,the terrifying turn ofseasons passing on, you too.you’d see widlflowersright where deathhad been,you were sure deathhad been!But you cried “Father,”and He said,“Here.”So time lost its venomand dry earth, crackingheart would bloomand you spend agesmarvelingat this,you breathe easyin the sun,you get older,come uponthe altarwhereyour life began,at second glance,a meadow. -S.V.F., Altar The… Continue reading