But He was pierced for our offenses,…. And by His wounds we are healed. — from Isaiah 53:5 I never knew a rose could bleed, that the pliant petals could be punctured by the thorns, and I wonder at the piercing love necessary for protection, so that the tender bud in beauty’s bloom unfolds. —C.L.Continue reading “Piercing”
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