Late Have I Loved You

I don’t know how prayers travel: are they particles or waves? Do they go up or out or in the midst? Are they carried by Immaculate messengers straight into forever wide open arms? I don’t know. I only know that today praying for farmers in the Midwest, grieving families in Colorado, and refugees in the Middle East they must be more than just a bunch of words.

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About Artist's Eye

Our family moved to the Community in 1990. While raising our two children here I've worked at Paraclete Press and have been involved with Fine Arts over the years. I love to paint, tell stories, and build puppets--a thirty foot whale and her baby for the Spirit of America Band Field Show was one of the funnest projects I've ever done!

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