Ordinary Sacraments of Extraordinary Grace
- The light in Teckla’s eyes when she worships: a steady distant gaze of glory, electric blue with joy.
- Acorns: brown potential, fallen, squirreled and lost under snow, alive with hidden hope.
- Buds: tightly folded, sheathed against the cold, until spring rains light the green fuse.
- An old dog: the whimper of joy, the slow wag while rising on old legs.
- Laughing children: Spring sun after a cold winter, untiring play.
