when i was young in my early 20s
i thought it nothing that Christ died
on it - after all He knew where He
was going - what real sacrifice was
there - flesh and pain and such we
all have felt it. as i grew older it
became evident that it was not His
being on the cross that was the sacrifice
flesh and pain and such is an easy
thing to bear. the sacrifice was Him
staring down at His mother and His
brothers and loves and being pulled
apart from them. such humanity is
cruel - to be given love then it pulled
away. to love - love the sky and laughs
and hugs and warmth - and for it all
to go dark - i wonder if He carved
His own cross or chose the trees - such
details are important in eternity
