POETREE

When I was a kid, holy cards felt like the boring religious version of baseball cards. If you answered a question particularly well in Sunday school, you would win one as a prize. They depicted saccharine images, sometimes promised indulgences in exchange for reciting dull prayers, and were universally made of the flimsiest cardstock in existence.

But.

Somewhere in the stacks of paper memorials I keep—letters, certificates, ticket stubs, interesting receipts—there are in memoriam holy cards for the funerals I have attended.

It is good to hold something in your hands when you remember the dead.

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( Words )

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( Pomegranates )

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( Conclusion )