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Walking home from school
early morning still
past another house
a birch, a sapling,
by the edge of their yard, the sidewalk
the clear sap, large droplets
hanging heavy from bleeding limbs
three, maybe four, glistening arms
crying out, for the lack of understanding
the thoughtless cruelty
the arms pierced, broken without care

Like the arms of Christ, lifted up, pierced by the nails
the tears of pain, the blood he shed
thoughtless children, then as now
not knowing what they had done
and, like the branches, new life
even in the dying
renewal by the giver of all
the creator by His plan, by His design

Tears sparkling in the morning sun
like his sweat in Gethsemane
reminding me of his suffering
and of our hope,
in the grace of God

April 9, 2009
Maundy Thursday
on the way home from Pembroke Village School
Suncook, NH

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