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contributor: Steve Boxall


Poem for Good Friday
The tree that was made into a cross

Cross words
The tree,
Part of God’s creation, spoken into existence.
Full of life, holding life, supporting life,
Once crowned with branches, leaves dancing in summer winds.
Now straight, stark and still,
No sweeping curves of praise, no swaying to the music of the air.


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