Gerald the Writer

Poetry, essay, and prose, oh my!

Cross Stitched

He was sewn in time,

as are we.

Strips of cloth

upon his reception.

Strips of cloth

when he left,

and stripes

in between.

 

Naked he wore

lacerations

tightly to his soul.

Wounds cross stitched .

He was clothed

so we could be

naked without shame.

2 responses to “Cross Stitched”

  1. Megan Willome Avatar
    Megan Willome

    I love the title and how it explicates the vision of Christ in your poem. And it’s ironic because I can’t stand cross-stitching or any other craft, but there is another way to see it.

    1. Thanks for stopping by Megan.

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