Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

I have gathered my pain,

the abundance of it all, into an old rugged cross,

my father, my grandmother,

my uncles, my aunties, my nephew,

my jobs, my innocence, my loss, plus Angie,

all have come together,

like a wreath, with the endless abundance on a cross,

all hailing the depths of the pain,

where dreams keep dreaming us in ruins.

But today, in speaking to the one named love,

I added grace, and love, a little tulip, and plenty peace,

to all who walked into my life,

those who blossomed like wild flowers,

those who left with their faith bent,

those who remain like a loaded fruit,

those who dream with the abundance of a cross,

all who know when it ends,

at least we began with an old rugged cross.

Happy Good Friday and all the lessons the cross you carry through life brings…We heard this today in church; Keep your head in heaven, your feet on the ground and your heart on the cross.