Grace-hallowed Days

Where the stars blaze between two worlds

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“Everything feels very tenuous, just then, and terribly beautiful, as if he is straddling two worlds, the one he came from and the one he is going to.” —Anthony Doer

  • Friday Night

    Friday Night

    It’s Friday night. The wind is screaming, and you can hear the hammock crashing against the house. It’s pouring rain – it has been for the last week.…

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  • Surrender

    Surrender

    Spring is coming. The air is damp and fresh and the sky is fickle and confused. Bright morning skies splashed with color usher in afternoon…

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  • Running Scared

    Running Scared

     What is it called when little things are big things? When children understand more than adults? When the ones pushing and resilient are the ones…

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  • A Prayer

    A Prayer

    She was sinking.Her lungs are still screaming for air.She was one grief away from drowning.They thought she was waving. They couldn’t see her face draining…

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