with Job. As we
approached The Gate.
wet & small, he wailed,
blood sputtering from the fall.
The snowflakes, as BIG, as ever I have seen.
Still, down it came. Clean and pure and crystalline.
How did He know? Even the pure and faithful need relief from The Passion.
you know the feeling. watching your heart. walk around. guided by only…
Today its snowing. He watches as we approach. With