Crucified Together

I became the cross that held him there,
Compulsorily cruciate against the skyline,
Sharing his forsakeness,
Written off, forgotten and rejected
On the journey of departing;
With a cry of desolation that clutches every day,
Anchored to earth in the embrace of love.
I did it for his sake; he does it for mine,
Willingly holding me up as the crossbeam,
And without condemnation in the dignity of dying;
Together in the mystery of suffering
That finds it difficult to say goodbye 
Even with hope for what will happen
To complete the story the day after tomorrow.
March 2016 

Galatians 2:20