The Cross
“I love you when you bow in your
mosque, kneel in your temple, pray in your church. For you and I are sons of
one religion, and it is the spirit.”
Khalil Gibran
Khalil Gibran
The Cross
Weight bore down
Almost unbearable
Joy and sadness combined
“For now you shall know in part
Then you shall know in
full.”
Almost consumed by the
Spirit
Such ecstasy
Tears and sweat mingling
The intense pain and
all-pervading joy
The suffering and the
hope
Slowly He gives Himself
up
To higher things
Blood trickles down
His companions, one with
him
His Mother bereft
As a sword pierces her
soul
John takes her head and
lays it on his breast
In comfort
They cut him down and
Wrap him in clean cloths
Like He was a baby
In a manger
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