This basil my mother has nurtured into a bushseems proof that with good soiland warmth and attention,a seedling might growinto something astonishing.But come first frost,the basil will blacken and die.How then to explain my mother,weakened, beleaguered,frosted and thriving.Vulnerable, she has never been more powerful.Sapped, her beauty shines.She has been nurtured by a love so greatit … Continue reading On Faith