The Shroud

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From loaves and fishes to the stone rolled away,
The whisper of eternity pressed into linen and clay.
His face, imprinted not by paint alone,
But by soil, by coffee, by the breath of the unknown.
Organic earth meets holy light,
A sacred echo of that resurrection night.
The shroud remains, a worshiped sign—
That death was conquered, and love divine.
Love, Kell 🙏

Thank you Jesus