A Cruciform

In my greatest desperation,
a cruciform appeared before

me, beckoning me to empty
my sorrow, grief and anxiety

in the hollow of the wood.
Then empty, I began to be

filled with the blood that drip-
ped from the place where

nails had been hammered
years before and today.

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