Vale, ..

Sore. Unlike earlier, before we knew you were you were no more. Before the last battle you were carried through the stable door by the lion, whose roar brought forth the world, who separated south from north. And whose deeds at the stone table are worth trusting – even as the donkey brays that he cut short… Continue reading Vale, ..

Vale, .

We know the one who beat death chose to let you face it before we could face you. And that after we see death, we’ll get to hold you as we bask in the glory of our saviour’s face.