the cross

Sorry it seems this blog has devolved into random miscellany...apart from busyness! Tonight after ROADS the kids club in our church, we retreated to our lounge to have some nice red wine and share pages from books we liked. I read this poem about the cross by Stewart Henderson: Strange Way to watch for stormy weather, Strange Way to disprove gravity, Strange Way to go round fundraising Strange Way to sing out liberty. Strange Way to reassure your mother, Strange Way to finish you World tour, Strange Way to pose for all those paintings, Strange Way to gather the poor. Strange dissident of meekness, And nurse of tangled souls. It's so unlike the holy, To end up full of Holes.