Plethora of poetry, pinches of essay, dash of memoir.
This is the day the Bible doesn't really speak to -- but it must have been the desolate Saturday. This is beautiful, Jerry.
this is wonderful jerry - i agree with what glynn says - the world held its breath and hung in a space between hope and fear - sat breathing, ears open - just as you described - love this - really love this
So, you made a little time to stop by. You are welcome any time...speak freely.