Love Undone

She washed my feet like Jesus.
She raised the dead because she could.
She would have swallowed Jonah whole
and never spit him out.
Now I'm tied, spreadeagled, to a cross,
my wounds bleeding on the sheets.
She's bleeding on the ground
while walking away from me.
She is bleeding for the future.
I am bleeding for the past.
We are bleeding out a river that we walk across to you.
My child will now be yours
and my thorny crown, my gift.