Last week, two things jumped out at me: the word ‘pickthanks’ (which was to become a favourite) and a photograph from 1936. Well…the following was the result…
Why I Wear My Cross.
In a world of pickthanks, he stood out-
In the angry bluster of an emboldened crowd
Right hands raised high
In an all too familiar salute
A naysayer in their midst.
Would that I had such strength,
Such stubborn certainty of belief
Silently to say no, a pure symbol
Of strength within man’s heart
Were my heart to know such strength.
And so it is I wear my cross with pride:
Not a badge of war or arrogance
But a constant reminder of personal penitence,
A mark of my strong desire for peace and this:
My constant search for God and Strength within.