good friday poem
only these words:
such beautiful scars.
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that’s not enough, you say.
there must be more. tell me
about his suffering.
how his body was broken.
how everything beautiful
was marred. i refuse.
instead, let me tell you
a covenant was sealed
that day. that one day
i will kiss his nail-scarred
hands,
those wounds forever
on display, both
reminder and promise.
his flesh transformed
and mantled with glory.
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