Sunday, April 8, 2012

Holy Week Haiku

nail, nail, nail pounded
crushing through forgiving flesh
my God, my God, why...


bloody, bruised, beaten
bearing the sins of the world
love hangs on a cross


wounded, sacred head
shrouded in darkness and death
sin's wages now paid


casting off grave clothes
He, who once was dead, drew breath
exhaling new life

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