Warm blood spills on the chilled concrete floor
forming images discernible only to those who
need to see them at the precise moment they are
most desperate to be saved from insanity.

Ironic that such a horrific thing would bring
peace of mind, but it does in a world where people
feed on twenty-four hour newscasts
and water-cooler gossip.

I saw the Virgin Mary
in crimson on steel-gray
today, and knew that
everything would be alright.