Stations of the Cross—The Weight of Dust: Station 12
When I worked with this tile the clay took over. There was a sense of finality and acceptance. The poem truely came out of the clay.
Death on the Cross
The heart of flesh
has done its work.
Earth and heaven join.
Time joins timeless.
Station 12-
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