For Wilshire Baptist Church
A few evenings before New Years I went to Restland cemetery to retrieve a Christmas wreath off a grave. I hadn’t been there in several years and in the deepening darkness my memory faltered and I became lost in the maze of narrow roadways and dense trees that swallowed all light and made every turn look the same. I stopped and called my mother and she gave me directions: find the Wildwood Chapel near the creek and then go north to the Garden of the Cross. Continue reading “Wreaths and crosses”