2003-10-26
A vision stuck that at death you can cry in Jesus' lap for however long it takes until the carthasis makes you weightless. Light enough to rise in swimming steps. This is my comforting vision with these echoing Shakespearean like 'happy daggers'. I know that death hangs and happens usually all at once. I find myself being quiet instead--instead of speaking out as much.
Here are some pictures from my backyard for now. It is winter in some spots now:
Sorry if that took too long. And sorry if Jesus isn't what you call 'it'.