Tuesday of Holy Week
After Eucharist, I must attend a function so I can’t waste time gabbing. Then I hit three light cycles because Church people are stacked up and the light is to slow. A blocked bridge is also an obstacle, I wish construction would move a lot faster. As I turn, I feel a feather touch from the cross I wear. I am confronted, evil has penetrated; I have denied Christ inside three times in just a few minutes. In the Sorrow, unconditional Love flows, forgiven by the power of The Cross, I get to try again. (John 13:21-38)
