Bearing up
“Mark Thau upon the foreheads of the men that sigh, and mourn for all the abominations that are committed in the midst thereof”
Ezechiel
So this Good Friday we learn
a piece of the true cross went down
with the Russian carrier Moskva,
so the Press, excited by signs, excites us.
But should we reflect, we should ask
which part went down?
And shouldn`t we question
its provenance? Or should we ask,
The crux of the matter,
are we on the right side here after all,
Shouldn`t it be simple to be
on the side of The True Cross?
Across our lawn this morning,
as light bleeds onto the sky
our blackbird surfaces and sings,
balances and hops on the grass in his ballet
Seeing is being, he sings,
our whole thing is just being.
Here in the house we fail and suffer,
with voices baying for deaths
pressing on the ear like drums.
So we arrive at the cross in ourselves,
ragged and ruined, but bearing up for more.
T