Sunday, August 28, 2016

Popping acid with Jesus

we both stared
at the scars
on his wrists…

we both watched
the nails
as they were
into his soul

we both saw
the blood
spray the crowd
gathered at his feet

we both pleaded
for God’s
love and mercy

we both listened
to the silence
that filled
the heavens
in reply

we both sighed…

why hath thou
forsaken us?

we both saw
Mary take off
her robe
and beckon us
back to bed