Good Friday: The Making

Scattered, broken particles
must be remade
after life on earth snaps,
crushes each bone, sinew,
and organ into first-born

Dust catches in throat—
chokes irrelevancy

Smeared ashes
into wooden cross beams

unmade – made – remade

Prasanta Verma is a writer, poet, occasional artist, and aspiring author. She is passionate about making the way for diverse voices and understanding culture in the context of faith. She was born under an Asian sun, raised in the Appalachian foothills in the Southern US, and currently digs out of snow piles in the Upper Midwest. She coaches team policy debate to high school students and has three children.

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