We hung him there
(on the cross)
around our necks,
upon our walls,
and threw our sins and insults
at him
(made them stick).

Then
we carried on
living life
with him
(on the cross)
stuck
around our necks,
upon our walls.

Evensong calls
at day’s end:
Kyrie eleison
(praise and plea),
a gentle reminder
inviting us
to take him
down from the cross
and
stick
an empty tomb
upon our walls
and a temple
in our hearts.

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PAD 29

Prompt: Write an evening poem.