Gentle, like silk between the fingers
fragile like egg shells underfoot
broken and splayed out before us
this is the blood of Christ.
Crimson, the deep reds of fabric
clothing our nakedness,
warming us beneath a violent flood
this is the blood of Christ.
Flowing freely from His side
His hands and feet as well
beneath a cross of wicked death
the source of life for all.
This is the blood of Christ.
Pastor's Ponderings 
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