Lies spewing from your mouth;
Immolating me inside out.
Eyes filled with tears;
Sorrow ringing in my ears.
After your lack of honesty, 55 more words
Here’s a paradox, and one that accounts for why any agreeable person would take on such work as preparing a body for burial, or in my case, serving as a hospice chaplain: being present to the dying the dead and the bereaved has intensified my sense of being alive. 305 more words