By Sean Dempsey, 03/31/25 The sun sank low on Lilac Lane;The stars began to peep.And laughter rang from mouths of men Who’d never yet known grief. With meat and wine their hearts were glad—Their tables richly spread.Till sudden came the radio’s cry: “A bomb shall strike,” it said! Then silence fell like Yahweh’s tomb, […]
By Sean Dempsey, 7/2/23 The Pastor awoke from a violent dream, and realized he could not move! He desperately tried to will his legs out of bed. He begged his arms to raise from where they sat placidly against the bedsheets. His body lay completely motionless; only his head would yield to his control. Panic […]
