Thursday, December 1, 2011

The Cross I.

Standing before the
Cross for hours and
Breathing the very breath of our salvation.
A man in agony crawls
Through the portal;
The wide doors swallow
His wounds.
The transfiguration
Written on his face
Glows like holy scripture.
Tears, like holy water,
Wet his lips.
He approaches his own
Face erected upon the
Rough wood of the cross.

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