the stones know something we do not
their tears now stain a palm-laden street
and cries reserved for a different day
burst out unsettled unstoppable unreserved
for today only the stones understand
who rides upon them
Image found here
the stones know something we do not
their tears now stain a palm-laden street
and cries reserved for a different day
burst out unsettled unstoppable unreserved
for today only the stones understand
who rides upon them
Image found here
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This image from todays Lenten journey have a story to tell that goes beyond something in history. How often have we the people stood silent, leaving the stones to speak?
Linda…indeed. God will not be left without approving voices, perhaps even trembling ones, whose fear is matched only by an all-encompassing love.
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Palm Sunday. The day God said no to empire.