People say he’s a dead ringer for Jesus of Nazareth
but, like Mary’s spouse, he’s just a regular Joe,
God taking him aside one day
and laying the Truth on him –
You must bear the
cross all the way to
Golgotha;
lie naked on
the timbers; endure the
spikes
and thorns, the spear’s thrust, the bitter
gall.
You may tarry and stray along the way;
lay down your cross, at times;
wander wherever you
will,
but know the cross is
always waiting
to be taken up,
fitting snugly onto your shoulder.
The cross will not be
done with you
until you are done
with it –
riding it high on a
hill,
angel-accompanied,
pell-mell into
the cloud-concealed
and far-flung regions
of heaven.
O child of God, open yourself to the terrible
mystery of annihilation and surrender.
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