About the wounds of Jesus, our brother, our friend, our Saviour

Fearful friends who fell asleep -
and ran away,
a kiss of betrayal from a chosen follower,
spittle, sleeplessness,
poisonous words,
injustice,
every strand of the scourge,
every prickle of every thorn,
bruises, cuts and grazes from carrying a heavy cross -  
and falling;
the grief of his loved ones,
the indifference of bystanders,
the hatred of those who wished him dead.

Nails,
hanging,
every breath a torment,
every drop of blood drawn from his body,
freely shed for us,
to show his forgiveness
for the infliction of those wounds -
and his grief for all of ours.