Sometimes from the thresholdof these doorswe are greetedby another self,another worldwe wish to worship,incarnationthe tithe we offerfor such a crossing:we, seeking divine,the divine leaning toward us,fading coal of memoryigniting into color,presence and invisibilitybecoming one,Christ choosing fishers-of-menon heightened mural wallbehind rostrum.Here, our woesknow no hierarchy,all grief being ...