Christopher
Once I sensed
in a vision
the crushing
of precious
herbs and spices.
Thick aroma
of deep mystery—
velvety, golden,
earthy, compelling.
Ancient, pitying,
present, listening,
singular, healing,
perfect Love.
Curiosity
Wood overwhelms me.
Listen—lines whisper language—
Messages unheard.
Woodcut
I have an old card
to my Uncle Chris from friends,
an encouragement.
Colored woodcut words,
rough pictures of a chalice
and a lamb, and more...
A prized possession
that reminds me of his faith,
which he shared with me.
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