Let us put them
down now
Draw the old rugged splinters
from my shoulder
and I'll
pull them from yours
Cleanse my ancient wounds
and I will cleanse yours
Kiss my now opened head
and I'll kiss yours
I can ease
your suffering
if you will allow
I'll wipe away
your sacred tears
and you can sail away
on mine
Let us now fashion
these crosses
into a latticework
full and pregnant
with jasmine blossoms
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