"Do you know, Potter, what I would have done to that damned sorting hat?" he queried, his voice falling in and out. "I'd have torn it...into so many pieces..."
"In the Darkest hour, when all that is Good and Holy seems lost, there rises like a small flame, the Light of Hope."
By Gina Marinello-Sweeney, March 26, 2016 Word Count: 283 Rating: G Summary: A poem about Jesus' passion and death, as rediscovered through a passion play. A young man, portraying Jesus of Nazareth Walked down the center aisle No, down the path Of the Place of the Skull He held a wooden cross before him The... Continue Reading →