Cross

                         CROSS

On a night when something beautiful died,

I glanced at the large wooden cross

Above our fire

It reminded me of somewhere You'd been,

On a day when something beautiful died.

The cross was hard, awkward, unyielding

Like everything else in that moment

But I had to cling to it maybe somehow

I could be closer to You.

Your beauty had died, mine too

My grief burst

The wood melted

Warm and soft like a body

I embraced it, You embraced me

In the  sacrament of that moment

In the cross You ask us all to bear.

     

               Wilf Dec 2017