Tag: Present
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Echoes
Sometimes, the echoesreverberate so thunderously they threaten to drown outthe pleasant conversation at hand. © Annabelle P. Markey This poem came to mind while I was praying and walking on Friday, August 16. It’s a meditation on those moments when the “coulda, shoulda, woulda” voices rise unbidden in an overwhelming crescendo. In those moments, which inevitably…
Journeying Together 