The day

This is the day we are brought to our knees
Confronting all sorrows and loss we have known
In the shadow of a cross

It brings us to all the times of oppression
When the illusion of power says it has won
Over everything that is foolish and strong

Because in the shadow, even if death thinks it has won
The power of foolish love is stronger
Able to heal more deeply and survive longer

So we sorrow in the empty day
We weep that so many times we fall into
the illusion of the powers of this world

It blinds us to the weak power of love
Spreading arms wide open on a cross
Believing in a world which doesn't understand

Into the arms of commonness letting us know that
even false chains which tie and bind us
Are the true illusion because love can't die

Copyright Annette Joseph