Our cross by Ann Wood

The 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.

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Written on 2020-03-23 at 11:33

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