'I took the photos around Ash Wednesday 2010,' wrote Greg Miller. 'What appears to be the living, suffering Jesus being crucified on a tree. You can see his arms, face, beard, crown of thorns. It's a knot on a tree that I walk by every day, but have told almost no one about. I didn't want to attract a crowd there.'

A poem by the Welsh poet R S Thomas

The Coming

And God held in his hand
A small globe. Look, he said.
The son looked. Far off,
As through water, he saw
A scorched land of fierce
Colour. The light burned
There: crusted buildings
Cast their shadows; a bright
Serpent, a river
Uncoiled itself, radiant
With slime.
On a bare
Hill a bare tree saddened
The sky. Many people
Held out their thin arms
To it, as though waiting
For a vanished April
To return to its crossed
Boughs. The son watched
Them. Let me go there, he said
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