By John F. Deane
Unholy we sang this morning, and prayed
as if we were not broken, crooked
the Christ-figure hung, splayed
on bloodied beams above us;
devious God, dweller in shadows,
mercy on us;
immortal, cross-shattered Christ—
your gentling grace down upon us.
– The exert of this poem is found in Stanley Hauerwas’ Cross-Shattered Christ (p. 10). The full poem is found in Deane’s book Manhandling the Deity.