My Self
There is less to my self
that is of flesh
than spirit.
That which I touch,
which I bruise and scar,
will be turned to dust and ashes.
That which makes me
what I truly am
will never lessen.
Donald P James Jr
copyright 2022
Jesus in the Snow
This picture hung on the side of my parents refrigerator when I was a child. I was always intrigued by the black and white blotches which did not seem to form anything recognizable. One day I asked my mother about the photograph. She said it was the face of Jesus and that if I looked closely I could see Him. I could not for the life of me see our Lord in the meaningless menagerie of spots. I remember standing at the side of the refrigerator staring at the picture as it hung there almost taunting me. One day, in my teen years, when I wasn't really trying to see the face in the black and white blotches anymore, I saw Him. Maybe I needed to see the face more, at that age, when I was on the threshold of adulthood then when I was a child. Now, as the years have passed, I find it difficult not to see Him in the patterns of melting snow on the mountainside. ~ I have a question for you. When you look at the patterns of melting snow, do you see black and white blotches
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