A link to my previous year’s post with the final poem in the series, The Resurrection. I love that Mary Karr’s depiction of the events is so visceral and painfully human.
I think the observation of Lent and the progress of Holy Week takes on deeper meaning with each year, and with each new scar my heart acquires. I understand more fully the extent of the pain caused by the weight of my sin, because I feel the effects my own and others’ sin, carved into my heart.
there is love. there is healing. there is forgiveness. there is hope.