February 2, 2018

SIGNS OF THE CROSS

I spot white wooden crosses along

the road - Route 301 -  where

someone died in a car crash or 
three wooden crosses reminding 
me of the 3 crosses on Calvary.

I see crosses in churches -

and on a wall in homes - usually that

of older people. The younger folks

haven’t reached a Bad Friday yet, one

that in time might become a Good Friday.

I see crosses in faces on the subway

or in the back seat of a car - going

down the highway. - maybe worrying

about mom in the hospital or hospice -

cancer - pancreatic - usually a killer.

I see crosses in my psyche, in my soul,

when everything is not going my way -

when I find out I can’t control my life -

when nobody asks or seems to care

what’s going on my hill called Calvary.

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2018