The structure of the cross

When you i died my world became unreal.

The torture in my heart invented fear.

I shall not now recover said my mind

Staggering, deaf and dumb and nearly blind.

The past and future split by an abyss

Was my former comfort mere hubris ?

Unable tto accept the help nearby

I feared that I myself would surely die..

The firmness of conviction disappeared

No metaphor no symbol no ideas.

Walking on the grey and desolate soil

Like a mother with a dying child

I could not stay there nailed to any tree.

I had to save the child and that was me

Through this anguish refugees still walk.

We’re live ike frightened children in the dark.

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