Adventures in 6/30

Quick disclaimer: This poem is by no means finished. But it is my contribution to the goings on of this good Friday
christ
what have you done to your hands?

the same gentle of finger and bone
that kneaded the clay for a blind man's sight
broke bread in mercy to feed the poor
of a city gone hungry for truth
pressed palm to feet to wipe the dust
of a wayward disciple's journey home
when joseph was teaching you the tools of his trade
did you poke at your skin for calvary practice
did you ponder improvements
lord
for the design of cross
did the nails keep you up at night
to die is one thing
to sacrifice another
but to give yourself up
as meat for the dog
to be torn to the marrow
and hung on a tree

they say
crucifixion is the most painful way to die
yet we
still choose the most ungrateful ways to live
do you ever regret that the cost of redemption
feels to us like little more than scar tissue

sometimes i wonder
how could you be all-knowing
and still give yourself for a people like this
so much human
consumed in this body of death
so much broken
and wounded
and still
lord
your hands

of miracle flesh and tendon
trapped by the rust of nail and blood
what love to keep you hanging
what sacrifice for us