The Crucifix on the Tightrope by mks
It’s so crazy
How our lives get entangled
With others, who affect us deeply.
It’s as if it’s really out of our hands.
Part of the grand design, by some intelligent being.
Then why does it always seem to be so hard?
Today a minister told me wisely
that “tragedy is not from God.
And we may never know the why.
Or if we do, we find out later down the road.”
She is right.
She said, “This is just evil in the world.
But we must not also forget the good.”
It is quite the balancing act —
One at which I struggle —
Wobbling on the highwire
Trying to hold the pole
Like a crucifix
Twenty feet up in the air with unsure footing
About to fall myself,
At least I have a net
To keep me from below.
“Embrace the struggle like Jesus did,”
She said.
“His life did not end there.
In fact, it offered a new beginning
To rise again, different,
Healed.
Resurrected to help others.”
To help us.
To help me.
To help you.
One foot in front of the other,
Toes gripping the wire,
Outstretched hands carrying the weight of the wood,
My ballerina body in a leotard for all to judge,
In order to hopefully make it someday to the other side.
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