When God our Savior revealed

The memory of abuse

I fell like a stone

But into a hammock held by stars

Because it was something I had to see

I had to see the nail hole

Before he could fill it

And He did

Almost immediately

And even thought it was quite like lava

It was necessary

I don’t like you

And he sent a distant

Friend to tell me that

I did not have to like you

I just had to serve you

And die for you

And that is easier

In the long run

To do a kindness

As to a stranger

So I will love