Cross

 Crawling with harsh sobs,

one hand lifts from the dirt below,

and a muddy palm flattens it's pressure

to the heaving chest.

Fingers grasp to rip this weight from a broken heart.

Screams of pain are suffocated

under the burden of heavy tears.

Unbearable.

Contine with stumbling movements.

Loud breaths move the sweat-matted hair

forward and back,

forward and back

as lungs scream from the force

of this splitting soul.

Both hands reach out, straining,

shaking from their burden of pain.

They reach the rough, splintering pillar.

A cry of exhaustion escapes and rises

upward towards the outstretched arms above.

Collapsing.

Letting go,

of all the bleeding, gaping, rotting wounds

that followed in the living corpse's

cold, aching existence.

Here.

At the only place of acceptance.

To the only One

whose tears of understanding

reach deeper than the fathoms of these wounds.

 

Peace, you broken traveler.

You are home.

 

Reviews

[Jessi]

This is great I love it, Very well written

[Josh]

Wow. I think this is marvelous. Wonderful stuff. God Bless.

[~eVelyN fAiTh~]

I think its beautiful. the poem moves so well and its so descriptive.

[Gordon Greene]

Ageless... I can only say this speaks so well of the "passion" that gave to seal redemption.

I can't help but think you felt those lines and that you, yourself long to hear the words,

"Peace, you broken traveler.
You are home."

I know I do...

Gordon