He stands motionless

bleeding

silent

 

Terrible cords

whip

gaping trenches

into divine flesh

 

Thick spikes pierceJesus on the cross

cripple

His strong wrists

 

I call

interrupting the

towering soldier

who pauses to turn

 

stunned

I stare into

my own face.

 

-Sheila Braun

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