Not all the crosses were on Calvary Hill
The Romans an inventive and expansive people
Used their snarl and bite to keep entire populations in line.
An instrument of terror more than justice
The consequence of placement
Could take days or even weeks to consumate.
Not all crosses were on Calvary Hill
Susan knew first hand
They come in many styles and sizes
Enogh to fit us all and sure enough to find us
At what seemed almost the golden hour.
Subtle, she bore hers well
The suffering her quiet frame would bear
Susan was not a complainer and only a few would know.
We have trouble with this cross thing
It stops the advertisers cold and
Some famous theologians have been know
To get nervous hiccups at just the thought.
Susan is in heaven now
Beyond a hundred million light years from this time and place
God's tears have washed the stain of turmoil from her face and
Healed her form to spiritual stature
An earthly husband would have to work to know.
Still we shake our heads and wonder
At the savagery of her cross and
Trust that power greater than ourselves
That most call God and I 'The Other' out of awe and wonder
That she at last is free
Held by light that never fades or fails through all eternity.
Bill Grace
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-passage-a-poem-for-susan-wood/
