The way

Following the way of where you walked
Can we even fathom why it means
To take up a cross, carry out helplessness
Our woundedness to God, let it go
Not holding onto anger, receiving curses,
Then a token few blessings from those 
Who would dare, to be associated with
A criminal, traitor of the state, and yet 
Somehow we ignore it all, the forgiveness,
Mercy, grace held, patience, no defense 
For your own position, let it go into the
Hard wood, into the dirt and grime, into
Our own failings, because you love us all
No matter where we may be caught