Christ In Winter:
Reflections on Faith and Life for the Years of Winter…
The boredom of the bleak
gray morning drapes
its stole around my
shoulders
and says, Preach. The
congregation
of the ancient sins, and
slow
to answer, waits with
hairless
ears, to hear, with sleep-
slunk answers before deep
drunk
questions, and Is this not
why
you came out the
wilderness?
John Robert McFarland
His disciples could not
really see Jesus until he was gone. [A quote, but I have forgotten from whom]
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