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The Carpenters Cross (Sonnet) by Caducus
Standing on a Galilee of curled oak
Jesus planed the wooden beam,
He bound the middle with frayed rope
And made it fit for a Nazarene.
He filled his chalice at the pail
And tore a piece of bread
Crows turned the sky to a blackened veil
And from his crown Jesus bled.
The nails on the beams changed to thorns
And the wind dried his blood
Red skies bled in to eves and morns
From the carpenters cross made of wood.
Jesus looked at the finished piece
And Judas said unto him âIts fit for a Kingâ.
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