Cousin John

a poem for Holy Saturday

Fire-baptizer, did they cut you down, too?
I didn’t know I was to prepare this road also.
I’ve missed your face—but so many bruises.
What did they do to you?
Ah, they cannot bear very much truth.
I have to say—I didn’t think this was your plan.
Was it your plan? To come here, this shadow land?
What next, Lord? And what of Man?

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