No more will you be a boat
tossed about by angry waves
determined to crush
this already splintering piece of bark.
Waves once cowered at this Voice
And they shall once more,
for the voice is no longer just a voice,
but a presence, true presence,
that has come into life, our life,
and known it all, the intimacy of suffering,
the ache of loss, the anxiety of death.
the lash of betrayal.
Your feet are now coupled,
wedded to an ever present groom.
painful joy
happy sadness
sweet tears
healing blood
searing pleasure
Good Friday.
-kurt
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