Jesus Christ in a garbage dump.
Picking up random objects.
An old t.v. set where once existed sin.
Some bottles and needles to dump His sorrows in.
A few old tires from cars so long forgot.
A tired old cross, left long ago for rot.
To let a tear fall gently on the place...
To let the sacred boxes burn His face...
To read from Matthew's trash bag, in between...
To see the bits of Father never seen. |
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