Somebody Prayed for Me Art by Martin Muir (Losing My Religion)
Quiet Wisdom…keeper of memories spoken on the wind…carrying seeds of hope planted in the ground…secret wishes of new life Hung
“Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God”   Introduction   Grandfather told the story of a
Her limbs were like a warm stone... Washed by the sunlight, but unyielding, cold. Unseeing eyes...closed with tears. Body hungry