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You, O Christ, go before us to the Cross

This poem was shared by a clergy friend to their charge, a parish in strife and turmoil. Sometimes our words must be examined closely, whether offered in peace or during a dispute. Words matter, and they do affect us all differently.

The poem spoke to me and I wanted to share it here. May it bless you as it has me. Peace, dmc.

When the crush of the world weighs heavily upon us, 
When turmoil and despair suffocate our very breath, 
When ragged wounds wait desperately for healing: 
You, O Christ, go before us to the cross. 
 
When promised doors do not open in time of need, 
When tears are too many to dry, 
When hope lies on the edge of the precipice: 
You, O Christ, go before us to the cross. 
 
You who bore the wounds of us all, 
You who were broken for our sins, 
You who were laid into the final darkness; 
You alone make the pilgrimage to death and beyond. 
You , O Christ, go before us to the cross. 
 
Cross-bearer, cross-hanger, cross-survivor-- 
You are at cross-purposes with the world. 
Star-crossed, tomb-crossed, love-crossed 
speaking cross-words, counting cross stitches, 
weaving a new world of resurrection life. 
For this we are most deeply thankful, that 
You, O Christ, go before us to the cross. 

~ The Rev. Anne Roser, Silver Lake, NH