Holy Saturday

"Gethsemane" Mary Oliver The grass never sleeps. Or the roses. Nor does the lily have a secret eye that shuts until morning. Jesus said, wait with me. But the disciples slept. The cricket has such splendid fringe on its feet, and it sings, have you noticed, with its whole body, and heaven knows if it

A big thanks to CHIRP Radio's Scott McKenna for last night's shout out about this blog and my introduction to Anilore. He played this song, as well as Joy Division's Passover for us. Happy Black Saturday, Scott. Thanks for helping make it bleak.

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Everything is quiet now. There is nothing left to be said. Nothing can be said. Our dust settles upon the ground and the wind of the week has stopped swirling. It is very quiet. We cannot wait. By that, I mean, we ought not to wait. By that I mean, to wait is betrayal of