Warning: The following contains a slice of life, raw and unfiltered. While you may find it less palatable than honey, it is no less sweet. Though editing or cleaning up language might make it easier to stomach, it serves to diminish the pain and lament that hungers for righteousness and justice. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.
Come, Lord Jesus!
Civic Center Park buzzes with activity. The hustle and bustle is not that associated with the season showcased in lights and displayed in front of the City and County building, it is the daily grind of addiction, a liturgy of despair.
Robbie and I are taking in the scene when he spots a longtime friend. I read her story in the tattoos covering her arms and face.