The Seeds of Purgatory are Regret

Indifferent as God I plant this stand of irises along the wall of our foundation. Transplants from a ravaged bed driveway traffic forced to move, they’ve spent a season in the dry, brown paper bag in our garage. That dark despair, their purgatory, leads to ressurection here if faith redeems them, and my wife isContinue reading “The Seeds of Purgatory are Regret”