In fear and trembling, I see His,
the face of pain, the burning shoulders.
Sweat forming on the holy brow
as He reaches for me.
I dodge His grasp like a kid playing tag
Hate my enemies.
Love myself.
Digging deeper and fixing the great chasm.
I, me, mine, running to the right;
You, yours, running to the left.
Together we stretch the bond
that once kept us close.
The farther I run
From justice, prayer and humility
To desire, self and captivity
The harder it is to go forward.
I look back to see
the cause of this elasticity.
I see Christ
still crucified
His arms outstretched
holding together
two halves
of our broken world.
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