-- Deuteronomy 21:23
Through what keyhole did that death lead,
the one on Golgatha
to which Christ took his last heavy steps
carrying his cross
seeping blood
like a fresh slaughtered lamb,
like a woman
in the throes of
miscarriage+++
We remember the dead
we clean their graves
paint their sepluchres
bring them offerings
fruit, flowers, photos, gifts of paper and stone.
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we whisper words of thanksgiving. memory. promise. regret.
almost always regret.
and still the dead stay dead.
Until, with God's own death, the key begins to turn.
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