walk by
or run by
the cross
in a mad rush
towards sunday
trying to bury
friday
before its time
a holy time
holy space
..
shoes off
bare feet
bared me
naked
in the terrible suspense ..
no light
a cosmic pause
a still
no thing moves
no thing speaks
all of everything gasps
time rests its timeless tic
as this solitary human
stretches his love
wide across the universe he formed
embracing it all
resting it
absorbing all the suffering pain cries
disappointment futile hurt lostness
alone ache bondage abuse groans
confusion abandon
in his own frail body
broken
poured out
surrendered
..
. ... .. . .
. . . ..
in hope
of that joy
that lay ahead ..
sharing the glory again
having brought many many with him
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