For me, Mark is the Gospel where Christ is most a man, and therefore most real. He both sees our suffering and shares in it.
I am a skeptic of all dogma. Twelve years of Catholic education left an indelible imprint on my ways of seeing and thinking.
Both of those sentences are true. Re-reading Mark now, and responding to it in these poems, is another attempt to find out what 71 years of living has added to my sight.
