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