Do not shrink back as the cross drags by

Do not flinch as the hammer rings and nails drive

Into flesh and bone, hands and feet.

Lift up your heart 

As he lifted his own in prayer. 

It was his cross, his own mortal journey,

Being in this world but not of it.

Willing his body to accept it all, 

Owning the Love to forgive it all. 

With rough hands and everyday parables

He taught us to heal chaos with kindness,

To heal ourselves and others with forgiveness,

To push the edge of Love ever forward,

To expand the universe of who we are—

Reaching beyond our illusion of days

In a wide embrace of this life we own 

To create the Good as he has shown.