I once knew a brave and beloved person who lived in a cardboard house.

I was recently reminded of her

Because I heard a story about a

1. Tea party

2. Bunco game

3. Bible study

4. All of the above

Where a group of humans made a single human feel

The terrible sadness of Loss

As though a person could be rendered inert through the impulse of “two or more gathered in my name”

That is the part I marvel over as I stare into the eyes of the Lonely Lamb

As the wolves do

What wolves do

When donkeys aren’t around