They pushed the cross over and his body banged the earth,
His eyes wide staring, blood dried and his mouth of love
set in rictus like a scream as he gasped for one more breath,
his skin the colour of mahogany, peeled and a burned by
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the sun which touched him, naked and humiliated as he
hung visible in front of the before baying crowd, who
lately remembered his crippled hands’ gentle touch
of loving healing, his thorn, torn ear hearing every word.
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Gently they lowered him onto a sheet, and took him to
the whitened sepulchre, a spectre of nothingness, hiding
the merit of mercy, the goodness of grace, a passionate
being whose desire for us exceeded our darkest imagining
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of an avenging God, of righteous anger, a harbinger of
horror, to reveal the truth of a generous God of abnegation,
who weeps over our plight and pledges to give all
out of love for our love even his life. The cold stone
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met the overheated form, flowers flowed around,
and herbs him adorned to stifle the stench of the
the earth bound flesh suborned by self sacrifice, and
the stone shuts giving time for the King of Kings
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to release his eternal self and reunited he sleeps
and wakes, walks free of the shackles of human
existence within his heart the woundedness
of each human and their healing. His chosen one
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comes, his dark eyes see her beautiful tear driven
anguish, as she greets the gardener, “Tell me where
he is laid. The Tomb is empty.” Grief engulfs him
as he says her name, “Mary.” and in that moment
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earth and heaven became one as expectation and hope
unite and the body broken on the cruel, cursed cross
walks towards her and suddenly everything lost
is all things possible, “Teacher!” creation cries.
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