This
Day
I haven't had a single thought
That isn't cross
Heavy
Hard
Angry
So
Smile
There
Will
Be
No
Poetry
This Day
A..J. Ponder -
I wrote this over a year ago now, March the fifth to be exact. Strange that it should echo back now so that it was the only poem I could think of for this week. Maybe it is because the cross is such a potent symbol -- it can mean so many things. And so I offer this cross, one of many, so that it may be shared.
