To the Cobweb Connecting Two Hands at the Eighth Station
The spider that made you
had no idea of the implication
of connecting the carved, outstretched
hand of Jesus, mid-Passion,
to the wooden weeping women.
The figures were created to be apart,
an uncloseable gap between God
and man, and yet, there you hang,
fingertip to fingertip, the occasional quiver
from an air conditioning vent,
defying what was thought to be predestined,
achieving what even Michelangelo
didn’t dare achieve.
Christina Ellison is a writer from Texas. Born and raised north of Houston, she is currently working among the cornfields of Nebraska. She is a fiction editor for Iron Horse Literary Review and New American Press, and her work appears in journals such as fifth wheel press and Hyacinth Review.

Loved this one! Thank you, Sarah! From Jane
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Whoa, I love this poem!
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