I do not kneel
at the foot of the cross.
I climb upon it and feel
the pain and loss.
Each of us carries deep within
our own crucifixion.
We pull our weight up the hill
to our own Golgotha and pray,
accepting the help, with humble will,
of those who come along our way.
Perhaps it is sacrilegious to believe
suffering is truly sin’s reprieve
when we have been taught
His death made us free.
The curtain of my mind was wrent
and any hate I felt was tossed
beyond the confines of Lent
which led me to this Holy Day of loss.
Yet, hope remains that on the third day
My soul shall rise along His side
and fear will finally be put away,
knowing nothing can destroy me now.
I will live to see Him rise on Easter Day.
Not even death can stop me now.
annarino writes 