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BROKEN BODY
The broken body
not only limps,
it stumbles upon itself,
tangles in multiple fractures,
shrouding the semblance
of divine image
gone spastic.
The ruptured body
walks wounded,
configures out of control,
its unaligned confusion
becoming convulsive.
Divine life lost
in the plummet to paroxysm.
Ultimately rendered dead,
slowly shriveled
by winds of doctrine
or perhaps heresy
that breathe, caress the almost corpse
of the sidelined, sick
beloved son.
Destined to rise victorious
after the end,
traversing death’s kingdom
crowned with victor’s thorns,
unbent by the immolated sacrifice
of the whole burnt offering,
offered and accepted.
The once broken body
suffers healing.
Wounds allayed by
gifts of oil and wine
bestowed on the Jericho road,
succored to again walk whole,
entwined in redemption’s dance.
© Lisa Loden (2013)
