A note about the following offering. This poem came to me upon meditation of Jesus’ betrayal after Maundy Thursday services last night. I wrote the first lines, as I often do, having no idea where it was going. While I feel compelled to share it, I also feel it important to say I do not minimize momentary needs for survival including the ability to get …
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