The Wood Looked Fit and Fitting
by
Richard Reed Jr
copyright 01-20-2006
Age Rating: 7 to 127
Picture Credits: http://www.umacrusade.com/
Cut right, and rightly sized
And would take a long time
Before it would rot away
Preserving her body
Against my will---
Like the Mona Lisa's smile
Against all reason
My lips turned up
As if to smile in return
In truth I even spoke,
Really thinking her alive
The choir livened death
With sweet uplifting voices
I could on a dare believe,
The parson's sermon
Would raise like Lazarus,
Wresting her cold corpse
From the grave
Around my neck hung a plain wooden cross
It had been chipped a long time ago
My heart felt akin---wooden and chipped
Where had the love of God gone?
Then as I stared across the way
I beheld a shadowy figure ,
A stooping, pale faced caretaker
Dressed in a tattered robe and sandals
Hands all adrip with blood
Sweeping piles of leaves away
He seemed to glance my way and say,
"The wood looks fit and fitting!"
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How beautiful, haunting, uplifting in the end. This touched my heart on several levels. I, too, have a small wooden cross. I don't wear it, but I keep it in tiny bible my son made for me from a match box in Sunday school, many years ago.
I will think of your words every time I look at now... such comfort in the end..