10/24/2016

Look!
How the blood runs down the legs of the Divine
and drips from his toes.

Look!
There he hangs,
more real than the break of day.
The dirt in his shadow
is pooling with his blood.

Look!
There on that hill,
the God-man who borrowed
my sins from me
and does not seem intent on
giving them back.

Look!
There they all go,
my shame and my showmanship,
my darkness and death,
my worry and want.

And Look!
There he is three days later
with holes in his heels
and life in his hands.

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