Monday, June 3, 2013

Kyrie eleison

Photo credit: Mike Brown via Flickr

Broken we come,
Weak with the wounds of our warring,
Flesh laid bare and seeping pain
With every stumbling step.

We trail the blood of words said
and unsaid.
Of tears shed
and tears withheld.
Of all things done
and still more undone,
A thousand marks upon our skin.

Doors open and we,
battered and shattered we...
We smile.
and we sing the heartsick Kyrie
as we bleed.

Lord have mercy.

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