at dawn death rolled back
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love lies bleeding
my love lies in darkness
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thorn
in the poppy bed
there’s a stubborn weed
i never can seem to kill
clean
i finally got my feet washed.
they were sore from a day
of running and standing still,
of impatience and veiled pride,
and i wondered, as i sat in the pew,
whether the one who washed them
would be able to smell the sweat
from my socks and shoes.
palm sunday
the crowd gathers in,
eager, excited, waiting
for the arrival
of the champion.
holy saturday
we planted the peas today
rolled their plump green bodies
into the black bacterial dust
gardeners call inoculant
and then tucked them one by one
under the soil
maundy thursday
we’ve had a cold snap again
frost nipping the eager blooms
of the japanese magnolias
and kissing the bricks
that weight the blanket
stretched over the half-moon bed
of drowsing flowers
Jesus at 33
This year my half birthday falls on Good Friday; I will be halfway through my 33rd year. I’ve thought a lot about Jesus over these past six months, wondering what human life was like for Him, wondering whether He started counting down the days to the cross, knowing full well what was coming.
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denouement
in the space between now and what’s next
fishermen sorrow and demons rage
the God who died
maybe we cannot face what
we made God become