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Hosanna, 2: The Cross Beyond
Unnerving----darkness, mid-day, for three hours,
as if the sun had briefly shut its powers
down, peevishly witholding heat and light,
that we might feel the chills of starless night.
I climbed into the tallest of the towers
that watch the city of Jerusalem.
And when, at last, the sky began to clear
(bringing relief to this old scholar's fear),
and spring's bright sunshine, once more, spilled around:
my gaze seemed drawn to one small, distant mound;
three Roman crosses, standing. But, from them,
I could not bring myself to turn away.
Still staring, I fell to my knees to pray
on this unusual, and unsettling, day.
