Rubble of hope

We are all rubble

Today is Holy Cross Day.

I mine my religious friends

For signs of remembering this

Signs of the True Cross

Found in the rubble

Of Golgotha.

We are all rubble.

I remember the questions:

Would you rather stand

At the foot of the Cross

Or wait

For the Stone

To be rolled away?

To see

Who will come out?

I know every Sunday

Is Empty Tomb day

Still I wait

For signs of Life.

I wait

Mine the rubble

Of Golgotha.

We are all rubble.

All of us.

The Tomb is empty.

The stone at the entrance

Has been pulverized

Into rubble

Of hope.