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Marnie Pohlmann


          I kneel below blood-encrusted toes.
His raspy voice calls out,
         "Father, forgive them."
I plead,
         "Forgive me."
His final gasp sprays blood spittle.
That is all it takes.
Sprinkled with sacrificial blood,
          I am forgiven,
          For eternity.
It is done.
It is enough.

I kneel by empty grave clothes.
His life renewed,
          Prophecy fulfilled.
My life transformed,
                    by Abba love,
                    Redeemer blood,
                    Spirit life.
          For eternity.
It is enough.

Copyright©2007 by Marnie Pohlmann