Let out your last breath,

commitment heart rending;

love to your final exhaling.

Blending in air elements-

hydrogen,

oxygen;

He rose again,

reached for us;

His wounds heal.

Firm, gentle touch

to the shoulder

our backs turned

coaxed to turn around;

we wouldn’t.

Warm touch of your compassion

in scars;

hard palms make my wounded

conscience

recoil and weep.

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