She prays that he will learn to carry someone else’s cross.
That grace shall lead his footsteps and mercy guide his
walk. She prays that he will brave the swells of hurricane
truth. That he will bend with goodness and sway with right.
She prays that he will shelter in the shadow of the cross.
That he will find succor on the road to Golgotha. He will be
found by courage and marked by blood. His splintered flesh
shall tell love’s unfolding story. He will be driven by
compassion and abjure the comfort of distance. He will sit
in the quiet darkness and weep. In the shadow of the cross.
