clean


Clean.
Clean.
How beautiful. How free.
Jesus Christ dying on a tree.
Lonely. Lowly. Clean.
Red blood dripping. Purity.
Soldiers spitting mockingly.
Black sky darkening soberly.
Death of purity.
Blood. Water.
Clean.
Hear the women crying.
Thunder – paralyzing.
Death purifying.
Washing me
clean.

Poem by my wife Sarah

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