imagine white fluttering above this world
falling below in droplets as we trudge together
avalanche grace we ignore as we lumber, eyes in the mud
a walking hibernation
dreaming of some story of light and kindness looming
baffled, I scribble to point up
praying they trip over my sordid hallelujah chicken scratch
eyes opening
like hope hatching
and see the sun
...even if it makes them squint
warm them
To the weak I became weak, that I might win the weak. I have become all things to all people, that by all means I might save some. -The Apostle Paul 1 Corinthians 9:22
"I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything ... C. S. Lewis
