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A Vision of Christ

I saw streams of blood all over His beautiful face, strands of hair sticking to the high cheekbones. His eyes were closed, His meek suffering filled my heart with deep grief. “You are not dead, you are alive!” I said. I couldn’t watch Him dying, I couldn’t bare His pain, I opened my eyes, IContinue reading “A Vision of Christ”

Snowbanks

I saw the towering snowbanks on the side of our yard roads a bright yellow hazard tape around the cold white walls a bit loose waving in the wind I looked up and there far away behind the frozen lake was a terracotta colored church amidst the city’s charcoal silhouette and then the firs, firs,Continue reading “Snowbanks”

Faces in the Dark Places

. . . but His gift I received
with a warning . . .