THE CROSS

I light candles and arrange the room like an alter

For nothing other than the pleasure of your presence

And my absence.


Welcome to a world where all worlds blur,

Where no distinctions are made between here and now,

The there and then. We all mingle like party thieves,

Crashing the great event.


So I light the candles daily. I am your human prayer.

I see you above my shoulders, an unseen figure not there.

And I love the strength you provide me. You are the cross

I haven’t learnt to bear.


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5/11/05