Those of the Broken Cross
He raised his hand to make
the sign of the cross
but after touching his forehead
his hand fell limp.
No breastbone, no left shoulder then right.
He was too weak.
He died later that day.
This had a profound effect upon
the young priest,
this passing of his father
in weakness.
At first it was awkward.
It felt unfinished, the hand wanted more.
But as time passed, which it always does,
the movement gained ease
by both priest and people.
They were referred to by others as
“those of the broken cross”
– a phrase of derision.
But for them it became
formative, an outward sign
of their inner dependence.
So beautiful it hurts.
Thank you, Beth.
good to hear your voice,God bless yall
Mike, thanks!
what we all need…
Hi, Gwen. Yes we do.
been missin’ you – thanks for showing up again.
Thanks, Diana. I’ve just been a little quiet…
I’ve never, ever looked at it that way before. You do have a way, John. As always, thank you.
Hi, Pat. The image came in a dream…
This really is deeply beautiful. Thank you, John.
His perfect grace shows up in weakness….
powerful and visceral
Thank you
What Beth said.