Homeless
they take
him
down from the cross
his
PUTcold body pierced
PUTbruised mouth silenced
PUTsoft eyes blind
as he began
now at end
PUTwrapped in cloth strips
PUTlaid in wrong place
helpless
God
stone heaved
tomb sealed
sudden scream
PUTmine
guards curse
push me
PUT“Go home!”
can’t
have none
PUTbut
PUThim
© Esther Hizsa, An Everyday Pilgrim, 2016.
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About Esther Hizsa
Esther is a spiritual director and writer. She lives in Burnaby with her husband, Fred, and they have two grown children and two grandchildren.
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