[*Ki.r] Plunging, crunching through the deep, crisp snow – what fun, but, oh, so slow! then up the hill we go (the sky a-mist with floating drift), but when we reach the steeper bit
Many philosophies, only one where God himself stepped into history; many killings, but only one immortal person died, a mystery; many injustices, but only One sinless, suffered crucifixion,
Inflexible wrist, slipping grip missed, dish fell with a clattering, all the food splattering the floor and the chair, mess everywhere: a touch of despair – but someone is caring,
A day of release from a Caring role, relief of pressure and stress, a refreshment goal – … clean, purge out stale lethargy, revive joy and vibrancy; returning anew to …