my shield my sun my Light of lights
my kingdom come my flight from flight
discerned, unearned in every age
my Tree of dreams
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The human body reminds me of a cross. Where the vertical axis crosses the horizontal axis, the heart is pulled one way and another by conflicting worldly and otherworldly forces. One could say that the soul is crucified by being incarnated in a vessel subject to desire and decay.
Hello Mary, I am sorry if my first comment struck you as thoughtless. After reading your poem I wrote down my own casual observations on the symbolism of the cross, but I did not consider the deep feelings you put into this poem. I'm sorry