By Andrew Peterson Lenten Sonnet II, 2026 A young man lost in dark woods; a glimmer In the tangled trees; a slow turn to see A gleaming figure, his skin ashimmer. I remember the warm pulse of mercy. He speaks my name, and I, weeping, collapse At his feet, undone by his holiness. His strong, wounded hands lift me and he wraps His great song around me, and with a kiss I am full-known and forgiven and healed. The warm pulse of mercy beats like a heart At the core of the forest, love revealed As...

by Andrew Peterson As many of you know, the original Rabbit Room was in the back of a pub called The Eagle and Child, which was right...