Brutally Honest
The part of me that gets itself in trouble.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Midnight at the Height of Day
This morning at least by nine
Upon the tree he had been hung
To wait upon his Father's time
To stoop from heaven down
To hear his dying cry
From midnight at height of day
Accepting death upon the tree
"Why have you abandoned me"
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