If we wore: swords, guns, guillotines or

nooses--they wouldn't stick like a

crucifiX.

Your Father picked it out, knew it'd suit

you.

Sort of like a gift you always wanted, that

you almost gifted to Gethsemane.

Recognizable even if never seen before.

The most loaded & alighted symbol, that

could stop silence.

Make a place of no place anywhere.

When you were nailed to all those

places--the track you heard in your head

ran the length of The Holy Spirit.

Your Father closes all the lights & listens

to it now.

'It feels like today Son...'

It Is.