A Palm Sunday Stroll

During this COVID lockdown, I miss my church family.

I miss the smiles, the greetings, the fellowship.

I miss the serenity of sitting with friends in a quiet sanctuary.

I miss the sound of my daughter laughing with all her besties.

I miss the feeling of being surrounded by love.

Last year on Palm Sunday, there were children waving palm fronds on the church steps, a donkey patiently accepting their hugs on the front lawn, and a dove of peace soaring towards the sky.

This year, there were my neighbors. My wonderful, giving neighbors.

I love them, too.

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