in donation

in the wake of hatred’s ignorance
a trail of blood has stretched for blocks
flowing from the heart of unseen wounds
to plastic bags filled with hope and healing

tired, hot, and hungry – it waits
offering itself, body by body
purely human in essence and gesture
yet divine in its life-sustaining nature

it is us; stripped bare to the soul
in tearful flight past race, creed, and gender
to the arms of brothers and sisters unknown
holding each other, as families do

here, amidst this selfless sacrifice
walks the Creator, unrecognizable
inspiring as much by his presence
as by his brief but powerful anonymity


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