Three Dogs in the Afterlife
November 4, 2020that same sociality which exists among us here will exist among us there ª waits while ● gets her bearings. It always takes a little while, he says. ● lifts her spirit nose, trying and…
that same sociality which exists among us here will exist among us there ª waits while ● gets her bearings. It always takes a little while, he says. ● lifts her spirit nose, trying and…
set the hour for their reunion.She’s under the greencanopy in the closed coffin. She signed away her body,except for her skin,so her hip bones might be recycled into screws to repair broken anklesor wedges to…
[…] saw the spinning ball or the parade outside— I saw his vacant expression shine out like God -rays through the clouds. Clarity in absolutes. And so, when he came down the steps, pillow in […]
[…] last sister passed—her ashes await a grave in Burley where alfalfa and cottonwoods are greening this mid -spring beneath sun and rain and moon. I remember, from my childhood, a night near the river, […]
Because I did not fit a second timein the womb of my mother,I was born of my father instead. He held my arm to haul me from the waterand with the other, squared it to…
[…] closure, not now nor then. The universe, Full of birth and death and disaster, Its magnitude self -contained, Without an end in sight: What could follow such a start? I think it’s perfect. When […]
[…] recounting the journey first alluded to by Amaleki1 back in Omni (Omni 1:27–28) and then following the Zeniff -Noah3–Limhi narrative (Mosiah 7–25) with its own internal excursions and explorations. It is worth noting that another […]
[…] earlier. In spite of that, with some exceptions I will note, it has had little impact on Latter -day Saint scholars, much less on Latter–day Saint readers. We see little theology among the Saints, but […]
[…] and perspective of acceptance for individuality, and some of my sisters needed to feel a certain self -respect and enthusiasm which had been lacking in their church contacts before but was found in the […]
[…] foyer not wanting to pass beyond the desk where old Mormon men with wrinkled smiles and thick -soled white loafers check the credentials of Mormons who want to attend the temple. To walk out […]