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This Lenten season comes with a call,
inviting me to make a free fall,
prostrating before the altar
and ceaselessly praying, hoping to alter
the stains and strains tainting my soul.
The body of Christ is what I eat
to gain the strength to walk on my feet,
commingling it with his blood in the brotherhood
and the believing sisterhood
of the saints ascending to Calvary.
I walk with Jesus the Nazarene,
to suffer, cry, fall, and rise to reign
with him on the day of resurrection,
after his dying on the day of his crucifixion
because of my faults and iniquities.
My sins led to his condemnation,
assuring him no acceptation
like a criminal on his day of execution
because of stealing the apothecary’s portion
and causing the death of the innocent.
It is to Jesus my savior that I come
to forever make a home
at the foot of his cross,
waiting not to be lost
and be denied the face of my creator.
The path of salvation
From the manger,
Jesus walked like a stranger,
teaching and preaching on the mount,
the lessons of life that on faith count.
Like Judas Iscariot who hissed,
betraying the messiah after he kissed
him, today I become a traitor,
hissing against but not kissing sin’s factor.
I’m breaking up my date,
following not the romance of fate
but dancing to win the kiss of faith,
worshipping my savior until my last breath.
In my imperfection,
I’m seeking purification
from Jesus who redeems all people and races,
infusing on us all the sufficient graces
to open our eyes, developing limbs
more than shrimps
without shrinking, recoiling
or flinching to the territory of sinning.
somersaulting as I traverse
on the path of utter destruction,
and jumping to walk on the pathway of salvation.