A Vision of Christ

I saw blood running in rivulets down His beautiful face, strands of hair sticking to the high cheekbones. His eyes were closed, His meek intense suffering filled my heart with deep grief. I opened my eyes, trembled and cried, prayed I could see Him in the clouds, alive, divine! In hope, I closed my eyes

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,