Good Friday

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The day was filled with lash and thorn,
hands lacerated by hammered nail
til brain seared
and pain pierced
this great,
bleeding
soul.

Ancient grief still lingers on this
sun-drenched, bird-filled day,
as I wait in line to kiss
the wood and
pray.
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