The Cross

8/4/14

8:29 pm

Home, Bushwick Brooklyn

The Cross

The midday sun glistened

The sapphire sky was bold

But inside the minster

Only echoes were told

The tower’s iron bell  

Stayed fully oblivious

Leaving the birds chirrup

So sweetly marvelous

A hapless soul walked in

Towards the end, he pled

Unable to compose

A weary heart that bled

To the wisdom of life

He sought answers and wept

For he could no longer

Find his being and depth

Relief swathed his poor soul

As he looked up the rood

To the one who suffered

Writhed gravely; death ensued

Great mercy was brimful

As tears cleansed grief and woe

The cost of death gave life

To all those in sorrow

As midday sun glistened

The sapphire sky retold

For inside the minster

The cross was there to hold