CHRIST IN WINTER:
Reflections on Faith for the Years of Winter
It is the eternal opening
scene, a black umbrella
against the rain, a man
reading from a book.
[In the movies, it’s
always
a man.] The camera pans
to show the black-
shrouded group, a little
boy in suit and tie,
a little girl in an open
slicker, a woman veiled
not enough to hide
the pain. When the man
stops reading, they trudge
to long black cars
and leave the coffin there.
Inside is what we call
the remains, and yet
nothing remains there.
The remains are in
the long black cars
going to their homes
to tell stories against
the rain…
JRMcF
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