Straw man

Blood streaked babe in the straw

As your mother looked tenderly on

Did she know that you would become a Man of Sorrows

Acquainted with grief?

Did she wonder at the myrrh for anointing

Your broken body

Today I am grateful that you too walked my dusty, grit-strewn path

You became humbled

For a greater Love

 

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