Red in startling contrast to a monochromatic landscape; a mere sign of dissonance in a snow blanketed morning. Not unlike Jesus: dissonant, overturning tables in a monochromatic world.
Do we notice him? Do we see the red blood? Or are we more comfortable with black and white?
Do I roll over and retreat under the soft down of my comforter and try to grab a few more minutes of sleep? Or do I rise and feed the birds?
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