AT THE CROSS

(poem by Mercy Susanna)

Into the heart of the city

Ran with fastened shoe lace

Back pack almost hefty

out of the world at fast pace

Laid my eyes on two road-steads

one the narrow and the other wide

with traffic lights greens and reds

Former can I flee to hide

Trotting into shrinking street

bugs and grass itch my limb

Step by step as I sneak

leaving behind the somber grim

Sinking sounds of crowded barney

Sniffing scent of floral bloom

Sudden stop like a troop of an army

that halted at the summer noon

A structure seemed like painted cross

Dripping sinless blood across

Inclined to ground in a distance mile

Efface the shame of foxy guile

“Enter by the narrow gate. For the gate is wide and the way is easy that leads to destruction, and those who enter by it are many." Matthew 7:14 ESV