A believer in
miracles,
angels, and
demons
In castles of
Reason with
enchanted gardens
In statues that
bleed and paintings that
weep
In infinite
wrath, and infinite
mercy
In unyielding
justice and
prodigal sons
In
robes of rich colors and garments of
sackcloth
In the
last who come
first, while the
mighty are
humbled
In
fanfares of trumpets and pealing of
bells
In
silence and
fasting and
prayers for the world
In drawing the
sword and
turning the cheek
In
Nature as sister, child of the same
Father
In
Christ the
Redeemer, and
brother, and
friend
In a
Man on a
cross with a
crown made of thorns
In a
God that is found in the breaking of
bread
In a world with no
sickbeds, no
graveyards or
prisons
In a
Lord of the
living, not of the
dead
"Why do you seek Him here? Go, He is risen."