and i refuse to look it up today ..
..
the Cross
is the interruption of the world as we know it
a sinking vessel sailing to a hellish end
piloted by blind WealthPower
gritting his teeth
with barely an occasional glimmer of Hope
pronounced by crazed prophets
in the name of This or That god
the promise by some of a Messiah
..
but the Cross ..
still two thousand years later we barely nod in Its direction
as we fashion new cut flowers into Arrangements For Easter
and shop for colored eggs and sweet rabbits
to assuage our galled belly ..
we somehow feel it in the gut
deep it lies within us
as we dare skip past it ..
how could we ?
..
there is a cross deep within each of us
and Christ tells us " take it up "
don't deny It ..
deny me
follow him
..
what is the Cross ?
a place ?
an event ?
or is It the heart of God from eternity to eternity infinite
where love is found
..
It is the heart of God
It resides within me
i must take It up
deny my Selfish Self
and follow a path laid out by Christ
emblazoned on history's canvas one dreadful day in time
witnessed in blood that ran from Jesus' body
the compassion that dripped from the rough-hewn wood
ran blood-red in color
the blood-red color of the heart of the God whose heart
shattered at every biting crash of the hammer
as They watched him be nailed to a tree - his pain
Their pain - like some sign
some announcement
some declaration
some violent angry statement of a lost confused humanity
anxious for a scapegoat on which to hang their guilt
their bloodlust dripping from mouth-watering anticipation
of crucifying themselves
vicarious suicide, this
Grace and Truth is murdered
..
there is an interval i must inhabit
to remind me of who i am
where i came from
where i'm heading ..
if i don't remember i'll forget
it is what defines me
i don't live here
i'm from here
Good Friday to you
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