forgiven is folded linen in a tomb, the silent promise of return. love is blood stained carpentry, a mother's cry, and a thief redeemed. nail-torn hands are now living proof, and human hearts now upper rooms. a spear-pierced side became the portrait of kindness, so that we too, may join Him in paradise.

How did it feel to stand in awe of the voice of the flaming bush? Tell me, Moses, how did it feel to be in the warmth of the God-flame? I wonder if in place of smoke there was the fragrance of heaven, I wonder if afterwards you wished you could go back again How did it sound, Moses? The voice of THE I AM? Was it as thunderous as The Lion, or gentle as The Lamb? How did it feel to take the sandals off your feet? Tell me, Moses, how did it feel to stand on holy earth then hum