That which was from the beginning, which we have heard, which we have seen with our eyes, which we have looked at and our hands have touched—this we proclaim concerning the Word of life. —1 John 1:1

On this day,
my prayer takes me
to the cross.

I hear
God’s laboured breath
and final words.

I see
God’s arms outstretched and aching,
hands pierced,
head crowned,
face in agony.

I touch
God’s bleeding feet.
My fingers tell Emmanuel,
“I’m here.”

My mind wants to
run and hide
in theology or memories,
but my gut is curt:
Stay here.

I kiss
God’s feet and bless
my lips and fingers.

Credits and References:
“Christ on the Cross” by Sonnenstrahl on Pixabay. Creative Commons.

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