Historical Setting: washing on rocks in an unknown time Dear God, how long must I be of earth? How long must I cling to tattered memories of human sounds? Dull, aching, cold — I know this healing hurt too well. Thank you, God, for the healing and hope and strength for the hurt. The tideContinue reading “#80.7 Tuesday, May 19, 2026”
Through eyes of Jesus' fictional BFF wander the Great Emergences of History
Lazarus Ink 