by Gideon Burton
adapted from Isaiah 53
He bares our griefs, the one who bears our grief,
uncovering the deeper, deepest wounds,
each secret sadness shrinking from relief;
revealing skies unlit by glowing moons.
The coldest sorrows, silent, beaten, stunned;
the aimless hungers, rotting us inside;
the good abandoned that we had begun;
addictions we let live that should have died.
For our transgressions, these, the ones that knife
our peace; for our iniquities that sting
and shred, disrupt and rupture living's life;
for felonies we force or others bring.
He smites the fathomed black of our abyss;
He burns and purges chaos with a kiss.
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