Left us with Him, Alive Christ is dead. Those words remain, reminding the reader, reminding the rememberer of the modern world. Alas, to hear his words: “Father, glorify me in your own presence with the glory that I had in your presence before the world existed.” In my mind I hear them as I read. Takes the breath away, like awaiting the risen Him, recalling death, for he said, It is finished. Christ will come again. We say, and live, wait, celebrate the literal example of renewal. Spring. Oh, horrible death. Reminded of stations of the cross; your suffering, Lord, and giving, transfigures mortals like us. Grace. The Melody Of The Bible Spoken And Said You cause my yearnings, speakers so fluid as doves lovely messengers, you bring me to desire the Gospel words that make New Testament. Desire to hear of Him, those fruits given with mercy, healing in his blood, “joy for all the members in the sorrows of the Head.” Such sounds man and woman speak aloud, the words of these sacred alliterations. (CAPTION) Christ Icon, Sterling Silver, Vatican Gift Shop