I am stripped of the
Clothes of worldly fashion
My bootstraps were
stretched and fell to the floor
Along with everything false
that I wore
He was publicly stripped
separated from community
Denied by a friend
Can you hear the rooster
crow?
The world was not His home
Bricks flew from the hand
of foes residing in friends
On each one was written my
name
Breakfast at Tiffany’s "Joie
de Vivre" fell to the end of my nose
Mocking dignity twisted a
vine that was dead
Protruding with grand
prongs of thorn
The Thruster jabbed the
hat on His head
streaming vitality smothered adorn
The Proper stomped their
processional march
Wearing insensible high
heeled shoes
They poked and they prodded
my unsheathed body
With the intent of fixing
the blues
I scourged and I slashed Him
till He was not recognized
He willing walked to the
place
Where He would lovely die
Refusing the cup, I
ungratefully heaped
Punishment on my head
It poured down my body as
dripping Shame
Attempting to cover my
pain
He willing put out his hand and
accepted the cup
Filled with my punishment
He clothed me with mercy
and grace
His Ravishing Healing now
tends the beautiful gate
Jennifer Oosterhouse 2013
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