“I walked by a cemetery that I pass on my evening strolls and noticed a small Cycas palm inside with fresh new leaves unfurling. The curls looked like a playful flourish the Father left behind to remind me how delightful he is. As I took the photo against the backdrop of the headstones, the new life emerging from a place of the dead spoke volumes to the eschatological promise of the Resurrection of the Dead at the end of time.”
Submitted by C.H. Pak.