THE ONGOING
FLOW OF BLOOD
The blood dripped and dropped
off his body - hands, feet, side -
down to the hard dirt below….
The hard dirt below became mud
and rain as the blood sunk deeper
and deeper into the dirt and earth.
Does it ever end? Did it ever stop?
Is his blood somehow upon us
and upon our children? Hope so.
So we walk up aisles. We walk up to
the cup and sip the blood of Christ and
then we bring ourselves to each other.
1470-1528
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