“the guilty hand”
April 14th, 2006 by Andy
now it begins…
from the balcony of Heaven you saw the cup would not pass from the beginning you knew it you willed it but now it is here… In the vestiges of night a wife dreams pierced by light but with the dawn her man in fear and cowardice strips your flesh like your clothes to appease a raging mob yet comparing nothing to the vestments you hung upon Heaven’s hook but the washing of hands does not erase guilt your flesh opened like night blossoms the stone to drink you in and you were handed over
the cup tips and pours its wrath upon you
this is the poem that accompanies station one of the stations of the cross that we’ll be using tonight as part of our worship. The artist is Kevin Rolly.
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