It’s easy to believe now in the cross,
since suffering’s inflicted everywhere,
and easy to believe through pain and loss
that crosses are a thing that we must bear.
It’s easy to believe in crucifixions
because they still occur though differently:
it’s obvious that they are not just fictions,
although on crosses that we may not see.
It’s harder to believe, though, I can cross,
as when You asked a man to walk on waves,
upon a lake that You had strolled across:
he sank because he lacked a faith that saves.
I cross myself, between my birth and death,
and pray for faith to cross the rippled depth.
Mario A. Pita