X-rays were in my life this week in May,
as I fell
into a crumpled pile.
Xerus-like, my burrow was between the sink
cabinet, wall,
and toilet, sitting on the scale.
Xenophile’s what people called my husband;
he loved
foreign food, languages and places,
not that
bathroom floor.
X-mas was a common word that we both hated,
Bob would not
even dress up like Santa because
Christ was
the focus not the unknown X.
However, he
did have a white beard, rosy cheeks
and a
little belly.
Xeric describes the place where his consecrated
Grave is located,
no green lawn or flowers
Just a
barrel cactus growing there at Binghampton.
Xerophytes grow in deserts with a limited water
supply;
here he died
leaving me, planted in the desert
wondering, Why
did Christ choose to live in the
desert of
Judea?
Xanadu it wasn’t, yet now I realize it did have
water,
Living Water,
Jesus Christ, and the celestial
Kingdom is
our Xanadu.
Xerox’s machine uses light on a photoconductive
surface to
yield the image developed with resinous
powder.
Christ is the Light; it is His image we want
on our
soul, developed by the will of Heavenly Father.
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