the rescue

aloft in the deepest of nights is

a man with no beauty or majesty-

but a poet, a warrior, a healer.

a carpenter, a king.

a criminal, a saint.

He hangs there, arms spread wide,

his heart so broken that the whole world falls in.

He is nothing to them, and everything to me;

the paradox of justice and mercy,

the sound in the silence,

the life-giver,

the justifier,

the scarred,

the savior,

my God.

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