Through winter’s mist and gentle rainI walk the cobbled path to visit my beloved—A pilgrimage of sorts these past few years.Three angels perch atop the oval columbarium,Keeping watch over the niches where they rest. That unfamiliar word, gifted to us by the Romans,Columba, meaning “dove,” and arium, “a place for.”A place for doves—I smile atContinue reading “A Place for Doves”