jesus and his 5 o'clock shadow (Plan, Manifesto)

The steep hill flattened and she found herself atop a grassy plateau strewn with rocks.   In the distance she saw a gathering of people.  No, not people.  As she moved closer she could make out the angular figures of crucifixes.  Their awkward arrangement and stooped poses drew her closer still.  What an odd collection.  She longed to stand under these friendly giants, find shade and repose under their arms.   Among this community of misfits and relics she found comfort. 

As the evening sun yawned, she watched the crucifixes shadows stretch out.  She had tried to determine what exactly these statues were for.  They weren’t graves, or monuments.  Before her a rhythmic pattern of darkness emerged from the crucifixes.  In amazement she watched as the sun and crucifixes danced on the ground, casting strips of light and dark.  Then, a face.  A familiar one.   What strange collaboration between heaven and earth was this?  The ultimate architect communes with his disciples. 

By now she has given up trying to decipher a message.  She understands that she doesn’t have to know what it says, merely that it is communicating with her.  And she feels uplifted.