into eternity on a cold winter morning

as geese in the middle of winter

so hope rises above

a harsh

barren

land

"The wings of hope carry us, soaring high above the driving winds of life. " ~Ana Jacob

Easter will be here soon so this morning i re-read the account of two of Christ's followers walking down a road discussing all that had happened......the capture of the one they called "Master" and "friend", the mockery of a trial, the heinous execution, the burial, and the report of a stolen body. They were in the first stages of grief....shock, unbelief, horror. Then from seemingly no where, "Another" joined them. And since then:

death, though dark it be,

                hath not the victory......