MIRACLES

i fell upon thorns
and you picked the flowers
that sprang from my wounds
and made a garland
for your hair

i walked on water
and you reached out
your hand
and saved me
from drowning

i laced my soul
through yours
until i could
no longer
pull away

all these miracles;
the birth and death
of a thousand days
i performed them
for you

and still you crucify me


(Digital Collage by Carlton)
© Carlton Carr 2013
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