Four directions
mark the way of the living feet
Points on a compass
as old as the cross that divides
and joins them
our marker of death
We remember Jesus
as a son of God
splayed in four directions
for all to see and worship
a martyr to our sins
We place the symbol on our graves
and walk over what is buried
soon forgetting the features of skin
covering bones as if it were the structure
that matters most
Yet the cross also marks the way
inward. Two lines bisected
into four join at the heart center
We look at the agony of pain etched on the face
blood dripping from nailed hands and feet
stopping that movement we call life
forgetting that the center
returns us all home
For Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt #Decisions.
The Light Behind the Story 
The cross is a symbol with a meaning far older that the one most associated with it today. Yet through one we can find the meaning of the other… which ever direction we approach from. x
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Beautiful Alethea 💜
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Thank you, Willow ❤
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Beautifully written. The choices made impact us all.
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Thank you, Michele. They do…
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