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Honorable Mention Woman with the White Veil Michael MV . . and on the way up to the hill of skulls the Messiah is approached by a young widowed mother flowing through the ranks with a white veil woven only by her own hands the lady washes the face of the Lord soothing as a wet nurse so He leaves on her veil more than merely a pale imprint for this man whom they think they are going to kill is God incarnate resolution greater than a hologram that's hi-tech mirage Jesus doesn't do magic He makes miracles now upon the gossamer fantasy fashioned to flesh moving in-the-round the face of Jesus Christ still breathing from her veil swollen shut in the sockets the unrenderable eyes of the Son open focused & arresting the woman screams in a vacuum as if cast to stone transfixed by a deja-vu she had destined as the feat of her faith she has met her match . . . responding to the moans of agony she returns to with tears takes the sacred cloth to her breast and His anguish ceases to be no longer in vain His aspect again sistine like the pieta vision exceding dream . . . but then the pagan centurions seeing the image is identical on both sides want to rob the lady of the living relic they think they are going to change the mystical into spectacle for profit? spears lances swords and stones all go up but freeze in mid-aim the children have circled around her and all arms freeze in mid-aim . . . and the children an amazing vigilante fearlessly enchanted & far from harm the woman reaches refuge resting at home with the presence of the Savior wrapped all around her breathing long with the light never a shroud for her it is only just like a great warm white wind |
