your bridge home
Saints and Poets
Every house in the city has mustard seed, and not one of them can give her any.
A young woman came through the streets carrying a dead child, asking for medicine.
Her name was Kisa Gotami, and her son had died, and something in her had refused to accept it. She had the boy on her hip and she was going house to house asking people to give her something to make him well.
The rest of this story, read aloud, and a new one every day.