I see it now
a cross
silhouetted on a hill
I wonder
if I had been there
would my love
have spoken out
tried to defend
rebuked the crowds
would I
have cowered
invisible in shadows
as they crucified
the one whose example
taught me how to love
how to speak out
how to defend
how to rebuke
weight of Truth
drags on my chin
bows my head
till all I see
is blood in the dust
© Marion Friedenthal
