The pain that Jesus felt was not the nails, but a long and lonely tortured taste of hell.
a word of loneliness
Category: poetry
a word of affection
This was His final, fully human deed; he could not die until his work was done.
a word of hope
Consequences are the hardest debts I pay.
A word of forgiveness
I both have caused and tasted of His blood.
balcony
surveying an ancient canvas
scrubbed clean
by tides and waves
the daysman 