My Cross

My cross, is sacred

But am I worthy of it.

How can I know,

What is not to be known nor question

Is this your will?

For my cross,

Is held high up,

Regardless of purpose

I summit to your superiority,

Give me strength,

From the cross you hath given me,

For my body have no more

Theirs pain, in the cross.

The stigmata relinquishes through.

Poison splinters, and stolen souls

Rest in the cross.

But I shall obey, never to question the cross,

For there is nothing to question.

My body is rotting, ageing, dying…

Yet I sti...