The Sunken Cross
I seek the rising sun because
I know how long it takes
To rise up from the sinking mass
And with silent eyes prostrate
I pulled my cross out of the water
On the day I first arose
I dropped it then and down it sank
So deep down the free-diver goes
To hoist the monument from its tomb
Of long forgotten and misplaced
We wear a mask of compassion now
But I have witnessed man’s face
As women scowl, mother’s of the world
At life that they have made
We think if we ignore what’s present
That we will avoid our fate
But terror increases one hundred times
If you let pass what leers from the gate
So dive pick up your sunken cross
Rescue your Self from the among waves
Confront the danger while it still waits
Your lust, anger, envy of what’s great
There is no time beyond today
Go forth in recovery; feel fear, be afraid
Then stand on the hill of the rising sun
Erect the life the sun has made
Let shine, be bright, and break horizon
As the sunken cross risen points the way
