BAREFOOT ON HOLY GROUND
Barefoot I stood on Holy Ground
breathing in a circle of love
sharing the breath of life
in solidarity with a Saint.
The stillness was a needed gift
a special moment in time
connecting time past to present
lifting my soul on a pillow.
Then I heard a haunting sound
hurting my ears and the stillness
ripping apart this sacred time
why did that rooster have to crow?
The reason became clear to me
giving me a reminder so
the cross is not easy or smooth
not meant to hang upon my wall.
My fowl friend wanted me to know
I like the Saint must take my cross down
from the wall of my heart
following HIM and carrying mine.
My Mother knows me well
giving me yet another sign
a little red ball at Romero’s crypt
coming forth from the cross of his heart.
It isn’t about me or the look of my cross
its about those whose crosses are so real
if I want to follow my Savior I must not deny Him
I must help Him carry His Cross by responding to the cry of the poor.
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