• lenten journal: cross words

    by  • March 30, 2018 • incarnation, lenten journal, poetry • 1 Comment

    cross words

    growing up it was nothing
    but the blood as though
    violence was an answer

    we’ve seen enough history
    to know that blood doesn’t
    wash clean as much as it stains,

    colors almost everything
    whole civilizations built
    with wood and nails and blood

    by the time it was finished
    Jesus said he felt forsaken
    start there—at the ending

    the magnificent defeat
    that sent the disciples
    running for the shadows

    back to their old rugged boats
    bereft and brokenhearted
    faraway from the hill

    whatever language you borrow
    speak words acquainted with grief
    sorrow and love mingled down

    were you there? me neither
    can we stay here long enough
    to tremble before we run to Sunday?



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    One Response to lenten journal: cross words

    1. julie Hughens
      March 30, 2018 at 10:18 pm


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