Would that we did. Would that we did. This gets the Excellence in Use of Seasonal Symbols While Still Being Brilliantly Original award. ("Original" being used in the Romantic, approving, sense rather than with a Classical tsk, of course.)

Perfection. R

Delicately worded, a very strong message. The wounded suffering Christ on the cross, the crucifix, receives so much attention, transpose the risen glorius Christ in place of the crucifix how markedly different the message.

Thank you this was beautiful.r

What if. What if.

would i be a willing witness and not a thomas
but even thomas was a believer, even if imperfect

(i've read, read, and reread, your images are gorgeously stark, and i rub my eyes and my wrists)

Thanking you for stopping by, all. I've got a poem in my Poetry Month series that addresses the question of "what if" and another that touches on Rita's comment. How perfect! You'll see...

I'm really enjoying sharing those poems - it's like I'm pulling rocks and feathers from my pockets to show you - "look at what I found!". Never mind the lint around them...

BTW, for those that might not know: the title of this poem references an old legend/myth/- let's face it untruth - about the dogwood tree, which is: that Jesus' cross was made from dogwood, so ever after the crucifixion the dogwood was made small and twisted so it could never be used for such a purpose again, and the flowers were thenceforth cross-shaped. The legend/lie is usually more involved and elaborated, but that's the gist of it.

My aunt told me the story when I was nine, visiting my father's brother's family one Spring. It was way more interesting than the stations of the cross.