dead wood
stumbling gait
sweating brow
one purposeful step
then another
forward
uphill
one mortal soul
one life
one motivation
one purpose
shoulder that wood
and walk on
forward
uphill
pick it up
every day
walk on under its weight
feel the roughness bite
broken skin
bloody burden
bloodied me
under its imposing presence
I am
it's shadow ever before me
shoulders bent
struggling to look up
forward
ever onward
homeward bound
journey under that wooden burden
dead wood
my death
my dead wood
mine
smells of my sweat
stained with my blood
a peculiar piece of wood
none other like it
mine
under its strain I live
alive
by its death I live
thrive
outside mortal
yet within mortal ..
real life
out of death
dying
to live
loosing 'bios' life
for 'zoe' life
the life of God
set loose in me through Jesus
master
friend
i die daily
on that cross
to live
he said if i was to be his disciple
i need to deny my self
shoulder that cross every day
and follow him
follow him
i follow him
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