Belén, Colombia,
Marisa Sacerdote rscj
O Cross, whose arms reach out beyond eternity,
Stretch your hands toward me,
Embrace me, capture me, possess me,
Make me one with you.
Straighten out this crushed and broken form,
So that it will fit into the shape carved out for me,
but gently,
oh, so gently,
Possess me wholly,
but slowly. . .
slowly. . .
Enfold me in your arms of life and let me live in you, and by you
and throughyou and for you alone.
Only then, only then, can I live forever, in and by and through and for
those others for whom my heart cries out.
Only then can I dare to leave them.
O Cross, you are my way to life,
life that sees things as they are.
You are what can let me be completely one with all I see.
You are the way
You are my way, my way home to my Father.
Yes, Cross, you are the way, but it is a painful way.
You stretch me between time and eternity,
Between death and life,
Between my friends and my father,
Between agony and ecstasy.
Yes, it is a painful way, but beyond the pain is the glory.
And Cross, the world's savior, if you do embrace me,
You at the same time hold me out
just as my Father held me out to you and to all people
wounded open vulnerable one.
Can I stand to be wounded, open, vulnerable?
YES! But can I stand the joy of being one - again and forever
with LIFE ITSELF?
Will you carry me where I may not wish to go?
lifted up, high above mother, mends, betrayers?
lifted high, high above the desert sand and the sea I love?
lifted high, high above the dusty hills anal my lonely Jerusalem?
Yes, I know you will, but my heart is ready.
It is broken, but it is ready.
The cup is empty in my hand.
"Behold, I come to do your will. Come, let us go."
O Cross, whose arms reach out beyond eternity,
Stretch your hands toward me.
Embrace me, capture me, posses me,
Make me one with you.
Shirley Miller rscj
province of the United States
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