Nada me faltará (Interpretación del arte de julio/agosto 2026
Me inspira ternura la serenidad y la confianza con la que se alimentan las ovejas. En… Más detalles
Jan Richardson | Leer Matthew 27:57-66
You wake, and the awful wave of remembering washes over you. It is as if it has happened all over again: the dying, the loss, the utter and unfathomable goneness of the beloved.
You want to be in motion. You want to flee, to hide, to fling yourself into anything...
In the silence, in the stillness, in the sorrow, may we breathe the presence of peace.
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