The Cross

To find redemption, in a cross,

that's lost 

Stand in that spacious building 

and believe, for a moment

It isn't empty

See a pure, white light filter in

and know the depths

Of a beauty, created 

And there is a plan, for you

as you stand among the pews 

The envy, I have 

That they do not live in my

cosmic darkness 

Or feel my craving for

purpose  

Reviews

[Robin Saxon]

Interesting take on faith, those who do against those who don't. I like the idea of someone unable to find it themselves, being envious of those who have. Purpose against looking for purpose. Good piece.

[C Peril]

Hi Robin. Thanks very much for the review; I'm glad you seem to have enjoyed the premise. Best, C. Peril