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We've heard, but with closed ears
and as such we walk away
still unknowing,
not wanting to remember,
always looking for our own fill,
never the emptying.

Lift us up, we say,
but not in that way,
not to death.
Yet, it must come one day,
and the only conquering
is to accept, to give up power.

Complain all you will,
with the serpents at you ankle.
Snakes could be sisters,
enemies brothers,
yet the cross is scandalized
and its love ignored.

(Feast of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross, Numbers 21:4-9, Psalm 78, Philippians 2:6-11, John 3:13-17)