...trudging into the distance in the bleeding stinking mad shadow of Jesus...the Lord out of dust had created him, had made him blood and nerve and mind, had made him to bleed and weep and think, and set him in a world of loss and fire... --Flannery O'Connor
11.06.2023
Faith (a poem)
Belief is the obvious
too large to glimpse out of the corner of your eye. The catechism of light by which you see. The scaffolding of all your questions.
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