Back and forth, back and forth, in a round pool enclosed by a wooden fence. My face tucked under the water’s surface. Hands and arms in a snow-angel rhythm then resting at my side. A human hiding in a fish’s world, until my lungs remind me this is not
Michael Ramos
Hospitality Testimony – Minute of Appreciation
Excerpt from St. Francis and the Sow to put a hand on its brow of the flower and retell it in words and in touch it is lovely until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing as St. Francis put his hand on the creased forehead of the sow, and