A Garden Rendezvous

Hand raised. People stare.

Blood drips,

matted hair.

Limited movement, no one helps

Every inch


Nail enters,

sinew breached.

Vocals strain, expressed pain.

Tendon torn,

Chipped bone

Second. Pierce.

Feet manoeuvred, third place.

Breathing gasps,

”Finished” word.

Lost feeling,

hanging there,
side is pierced
silence follows

Dark day,

follows night

Third day,

looming light

a Garden Rendezvous (John.19-20).



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