I go to remember the gift and to become the gift. I go to share food and become bread. I go to declare that the chains of bondage are broken. The body prepared itself for breaking. Friends await with desire and dreams.
Truth is tossed about in search of understanding.
Justice is surprised with cries of hatred. Wood weighs heavy. Anguish tumbles forth from eyes that are left with only seeing. Then with arms raised and open Spirit-breath heaves a sigh and life surrenders life. Death is all around me.