TURNING YOUR HEAVY CROSS TO WINGS

By Yasen Vedrin

(The Bird Inside You)

Do not demand that someone bears

The sorrow of your heavy cross,

Even if bare feet through your cares

Tread cold and rough earth to its loss.

Even if from the slanders, lies,

Your spirit feels so cursed and plain,

While winds that strike your cheekbones, wise,

Turn all your tears to ice and pain.

Though meeting coward Judases around,

And judges like Pilate in their state,

And every king turns you outbound

To trash heaps of this world and fate.

Feeling the scourges and the thorn,

With Christ's own Peace you must endure.

And let God love through you, reborn,

While you burn through His fire, pure.

Such is the examination of our faith,

With one single sentence in its charge.

Bearing Christ’s burden, past your wraith,

To be His own each day, at large.

And only out there, past Golgotha's line,

To hear: "It is finished! Come to things!

And enter into Life Divine,

Turning your heavy cross to wings!"