Riddles in the Dark

I dreamed last night that a bunch of us were lost on a ship in the Arctic. A storm came upon us, and we were worried that we wouldn't make it. One of the men got lost in a snowstorm but somehow, he managed to leave love letters for me. Those letters kept me warm and kept me alive until we were rescued. When the man came back, I just held on to him and would not let him go. I told him his letters had saved my life.

Now, in the pale morning light of this waking world, I wonder if that man was Jesus.