Carry A Cross?
Poem By Rhonda Davis
Would you be strong enough to take up a cross and carry it knowing that you were going to be hanged upon it?
Could you stand to feel the roughness of the wood bearing down into your skin until surface is torn and the fluid of life weeps onto the ground?
Could you climb up the hill of Calgary in the morning, chilled to the marrow?
Would you able to follow him to the place where good and evil entwines?
Could you follow him to where light and dark became one and the heavens roared out in agony?
Could you arise from death and return as an angel's song?