"Define me, O Father of lights, etched not in shadow, but in form: imaged in your rest." Chris Wheeler's second poetic experiment is a three-part pilgrimage into the vulnerable and elusive nature of the soul. His verse, paired with the original art of Ned Bustard, ties elements of chaos and stillness together in an uncompromising exploration of sin, identity, and interrogative faith. In doing so, this collection peels back the layers of what it means to be inescapably known and deeply loved.