Our cross by Ann Wood
OUR CROSSThe cross that everyone wears,
quiet, meek, or angry.
The cross with thousands of questions,
which keeps you right.
He weighs, sometimes very much.
With karma overloaded and guilt.
They look at us rigorously from above.
It is redemption, not guilt.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-03-23 at 11:33
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