Of a Cross

Because within me there are words |

To curve an arc of flying birds,

To phrase blue mists and falling snow,

To circumscribe a candle's glow,

To snare the motion of the sea

And hold it, hold it, endlessly;

Because these words within me mull

Illusive, baffling, beautiful-

A part of me, and not a part-

And yet, unsung, rise in my heart

To mock me, taunt me, to deride,

I am forever crucified.