Oh, the Blood...

O, the blood of Jesus,
O, the blood of Jesus!
O, the blood of Jesus,
That washes white as snow.

...I think I was kneeling, because sometimes in deep prayer, the world begins to feel just a little heavy, and I feel I need to rest. Or maybe old habits die hard, and I still have a bit of Catholic in me. Or maybe it's just something about God that...brings a person to her knees.

Whatever it was, it was between something in my heart and something in the words of that song that did it. And then I had this image in my head, and this is what resulted. For the rest of Sunday night, I could not shake this mental picture of a blood that was only barely red, moreso white -- a blinding, clensing white. A blood of such intensity, such light, it would bleach anyone it touched. I had the image of a person showered in such light... Reaching, ready. Renewed.

The picture in my mind was much more basic than this. It was simple, without perspective, and thicker lines. But you know how I get carried away...

I designed her in my likeness. I'm not exactly sure why except that "just anybody" would have taken meaning from this, for me. I suppose that makes it a personal piece.

Wouldn't you reach, too?

_{Maybe you should.}