Sunday Mourning
Sunday starts with mourning
a headless dove.
In church we nibble cinnamon rolls, sip coffee,
and speak of grace and peace
because we are the people of the cross.
But there was blood on the beach,
and Sunday ends in mourning.
Word Count: 40
In memory of 21 Egyptian Christians, beheaded by ISIS, martyred for their faith.
In the stillness,
Sandy
Note: In 2014 I wrote 40 words daily throughout Lent. LW Lindquist challenged me to subtract a word each day in 2015. I skipped last year. This year I’ve decided to repost many of these. Maybe I’ll write new ones. We’ll see how the month goes. I enjoyed going back in time. I hope you do, too.
This is a repost.
