At the Foot of the Cross

by Gilles Côté


I run away
from your cross
leaving you there
between desolation and rejection
Draw me to you
that I may be one with you

I stand at a distance
for fear
of being swept up
into your embrace
Call me to you
with a voice that I will recognize
and answer

I stand at the foot of your cross
like a parched land
waiting for the rain
Let me thirst for your love
as much
as you thirst for mine

I hang on to the wood
of my crossthree crosses
Help me to let go
to reach out in love
as you did

"Then all the disciples deserted him and fled."
Matthew 26: 54



Jesus "all his acquaintances stood at a distance, including the women who had followed him from Galilee... "
Luke 23:49

"Peter was following him at a distance..."
Matthew 26:58

Mary"Near the cross of Jesus there stood his mother... with the disciple whom he loved..."
John 19: 25-26

"I am thirsty.
           John 19:28

"My throat is dried up like baked clay, my tongue cleaves to my jaws; to the dust of death you have brought me down.
Psalm 22:16

©Gilles Côté, 2000
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