The Afterword

Tag: dailyprompt-1913

  • On Being Rushed

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    Peter
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    Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind. I froze. Not because I had nothing to say, but because I had no time to let the thought become itself. I had just finished yesterday’s blog and thought I might begin circling today’s, the way I sometimes do. When that happens, I like to…

  • Two Deaths, One Cross

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    Peter
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    There are two ways to tell the story—two levels on which death can be thought. One is sweat and struggle,politics and betrayal,the kind of death you can reconstructwith names and timelines,a corrupt priesthood guarding its place,a Roman governor playing at peacewhile fearing a riot.Crowds sway like reeds in a storm.This is the deaththat history books…

  • Feels Like Belonging

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    Peter
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    The parking lot was packedand I don’t even know whybut I just pulled inon a Wednesday night in Lent.The room is quiet.A few candles,three readings from Isaiah,the faint scent of old wood and ash. A woman two rows ahead is crying—not loudly,just the kind of cryingthat keeps goingbecause no one stops it. The minister says,you…