The Cross

maybe
it will always
be this way
a melody of sadness
softly playing
in the background
of my soul
punctuated by flares
of heartache-
surprise resurrections
of reality
buried
by busyness-
accompanied by
tears of loss
traveling all too
familiar paths
resisting my power
to control
logic is a fool
vainly seeking
to understand
empty explanations
protests of injustice
echo silence
since
fairness isn't
a factor-only
heartbreak is
so is
anger
frustration
self-pity
revealing my
incredulity
escaping proves
fruitless
whatever good
is promised
remains hidden while
the take feels
greater than the give
when following the
Via Dolorosa
yet
love triumphs when
grace overcomes
in the struggle
to go beyond
my pain
a decision to be
faithful when I
want to turn away
to serve when I
want to withdraw to
pray when I
don't see the point to
endure when I
want to give in
not letting it
dictate my life
nor always color
my vision
the issue is
will I trust Him-
He who trusted while
hanging on a cross?
will I
unite my cross
with His to
become ours for
the sake of
those we love-
to contribute
what is missing in
the mystery of
redemption
releasing
a consolation
in the fellowship of
suffering love?
even so
my loss lingers and
without warning
sorrow is triggered
the rhapsody returns
beckoning
an encore
a deeper communion
letting go once more
further in
higher up
saying yes
even without confidence
grasping for a
Unity untouched

Reflection/Discussion:
-How does your experience of loss compare with the author's?
-How can the experience of loss draw you closer to the Lord?
-How does uniting our cross with the Lord's cross bring meaning into suffering?
-How do feelings and faith exist together?
-How can your sorrow become meaningful for others?