The best Worship lines from the corpus.

Over Sunday dinner, Tuesday chemo

Green light in the kitchen dark

I can smell the burnt plate sitting in the kitchen

Tommy Castellanos folded that morning

But empty hands can still hold grace

Not every scar becomes stained glass

Empty hands can still hold grace

This mug, this morning, all these practiced tears

Dad, are you watching this?

Not after I get better / Right here in the shake

But you were in the falling down

What was dropped / And what was / Thrown away

Hands that built a life now shake with what they've torn apart

This piano bench creaks under thirty-eight years

I time your breathing in the morning gray

Maybe empty hands can still hold something

I'm not broken — I'm just cracked open

Every night I chose the bottle over bedtime prayers

Six inches down where winter can't reach

Maybe these empty hands still hold something

Now I know you meet me mid-fall

Death ran out of words

I taste rust when I whisper Marcus in the dark

Maybe these cracks are arched doorways

But my hands keep reaching back behind me on the ground

Watched him fold his hands like he was dissolving

But the break is where light enters

When you still believed I was brave

His palm was dry — that's what I remember

Her questions are bigger than gray November