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At the Foot of the Cross

I imagine myself
at the foot of the cross
my back against it
sittng with knees
drawn up to my chest
holding myself
against a sudden chill
the blood is old
but memory does not fade
so much pain
I would not wish
to see you harmed
yet I do this
we all do
inflicting the wounds
over and over
careless in our ways
forgive what is done
for sometimes we forget
all that has passed before us
and what you have gone through
to see us free

ęby: Karen Damon