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By Dana Date: 2007 Jan 26 Comment on this Work [[2007.01.26.18.48.16705]] |
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I stand with my hands crossed, behind my back. I look at that oak tree. I see the face. Engraved into the dark. I touch the cool oak. Pouring rain, I stand and shiver. Staring at the swaying. The flashlight shines on the face I see. I carefully look at each delicate marking. Each carving in his face is completely different from the next. Listening to the sounds of wind and crickets around me, I am alone in the dark. I stare at that rough, rigid wood. Mesmerized by the moving light, holding my flashlight, I shiver. It's damp and cold. Indulged in the brown wood revealing the Son of God. |