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Crowded feet walk pass 
my salvation lying 
on ground so scarred 
by humanity, 
in an hour so dark 
my heart broken 
by God’s forsaking me 
resurrected in wooden beads 
the sign of atonement. 
I need no weeping 
of blood 
or dancing starlight 
in the French woods 
as his love has returned 
in wood and string 
and a contrite heart. 
In depths of greed 
beat strobe lights 
lusting indifference 
jingle of coins 
marking death of faith 
and yet ‘twas there 
Jesus smiled at me.

Wooden Miracle