"Martha, Martha, you are anxious and worried about many things. There is need of only one thing." Lk 10:41-42
Friday, April 22, 2011
Good Friday
You're hugging me, arms stretched wide
The bells ring, my sentence tolling
Your chest sticks out, your arms don't move
Forever open, nailed, calling
Your chest laid bare, heart exposed
You hide nothing from my sight
Blood pours down the splintered wood
For love you show me your plight
Searing, heavy, numb, cruel
You bear all the pain and ugly
Darkness, confusion, my earth shakes
And still you stand in glory
You give all of your sacred flesh
Your nakedness to all violence
Virile strength in the surrender
... what can wash away my sins?
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