Driftwood from Lake Pepin and Superior's North Shore, piled in a basket and formed into a cross.
These old weathered pieces of wood are free.
But I suppose they cost something.
They came from trees that were as fresh and green as the leaves in the white vases.
Now the wood is dead, but to me it is lovely.
It reminds me that pounding and suffering don't make things disappear.
The essential thing remains.
"If your heart is broken, you'll find God right there; if you're kicked in the gut, he'll help you catch your breath. Disciples so often get into trouble; still, GOD is there every time. He's your bodyguard, shielding every bone; not even a finger gets broken."
Psalm 34: 18-20, The Message