Cross Word
Jesus' hands nailed, fixed, unmovable on the horizontal isolation -- the scientific world of this and that, of the muttering of matter. No mercy here.
The vertical says different. Jesus' feet firmly grounded, nailed, affixed -- once and for all. His head the limitless, the eternal, uncaught by horizontal time.
Jesus' great heart at the intersection of the spiritual and the scientific -- the cross road where God and humanity meet.
Religion and science not stopping places. Jesus leaves the cross, leaps into the arms of infinite embrace. Nailed to the cross of space and time, we know, we understand.
We get off our cross. We walk around.
The warm embrace of God.
The warm embrace of God.
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