Transcendence Digital Stories

corporeal morning mercies,  all is new, all is new trees shift into dormancy, gone with old fruits, leaves, flowers  to kill to purify...

A people tired of faithless burial, And proud to be the family of Christ. Two men brave to give without regret, building a house of...

The Rabbi beckoned, “Let the little children come to me!” (1) Each mother gently nudged her tyke towards Him from her side The young ones...