Hey friends,
I cut this poem out of the bulletin cover at a First Friday service and taped it to my wall. I was reading it the other night laying in bed, and remembering how much I liked it the first time I saw it. I don't know who wrote it, or where it came from. But here are someone else's thoughts on the cross:
I SIMPLY ARGUE
THAT THE CROSS
BE RAISED AGAIN
AT THE CENTER
OF THE MARKET-
PLACE AS WELL AS
ON THE STEEPLE
OF THE CHURCH.
I AM RECOVERING THE CLAIM THAT JESUS WAS
NOT CRUCIFIED IN A CATHEDRAL BETWEEN TWO
CANDLES, BUT ON A CROSS BETWEEN TWO THIEVES,
ON THE TOWN GARBAGE HEAP--ON A CROSSROADS
SO COSMOPOLITAN THAT THEY HAD TO WRITE HIS
TITLE IN HEBREW AND LATIN AND GREEK, AT
THE KIND OF PLACE
WHERE CYNICS TALK
SMUT, AND THIEVES
CURSE, AND SOLDIERS
GAMBLE, BECAUSE
THAT IS WHERE HE
DIED AND THAT IS
WHAT HE DIED ABOUT.
AND THAT IS WHERE
WE SHOULD BE AND
WHAT WE SHOULD
BE ABOUT.
Love,
Allison
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