You go: Up high

In the western sky, a jet trail points toward sunset. Up high, it’s not set. mjh

You go: we Grow

One hundred years old this tree with the woven bark pulls us together O Katsura! You stand tall in every season we grow mjh #YouGo ©️mariahoecker.com

You go: Windswept

Tears pour down like rain as the bereaved walk uphill. Windswept, Love lives on. mjh

You go. Alleluia

We go to the depths, yet our song lifts up to You. Aye, Alleluia. O where is your victory? Where, O death, where is your sting?” mjh