THE CROSS

BY JEREMY ROWE

 

We are the ones who shine bright in the dark
Who refuse to be extinguished and are doomed from the start.
We are the ones who die throughout life
The lambs chosen for the world’s sacrifice.
We are the bitter, the sweet, the hot, and the cold
We can’t escape the fiery coals.
And this is our role.

Give to us your pain and your hurt,
The thoughts that dwell beneath the dirt,
With the worms and the grubs that feed on waste,
We transfigure the scowl upon your face,
Accepting our place as we pay the toll
Branded from birth to carry the torch
And the heavy burden of our souls.

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