The Cross appeals stronger than fear,
as I lay my burdens near,
bathed in remorse
at the nailed feet
of One so dear.
At this place
we place,
and replace,
His suffering
with our own,
hoping to rise
as did He
from the Cross
to eternity.
Still deeply planted
as the strongest tree
in the dark soil
of humanity,
bathed with great sorrow
by sinful rains
which flow so easily.
Prostrate with grief
which must not last
lest I forget my real task
to protect the earth
and all who live
on a planet where too many
have forgotten how to forgive.
“Father forgive them,
for they know not what they do.”
could easily apply to me and to you.
thus, I stand on this page
and send love and peace
to those in the midst of war
and to those who plead
make war no more.
annarino writes 