broken body
broken heart
forever hanging
held by
the crying love of the Spirit
his wound
my hurt
our blood mixing together
his open arms
my nailed hands
pierced together
we share
the birth pain
we partake
the letting go
we release
the life to become
we form
the theology from the womb
we groan
with hope
we sob
with agony
until
creation is fully alive
until
lives flourish without blemish
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