The slow morning sun appears to lift up a dark gloomy sky.
I see a cross in the distant land, a dim image of the sacrificial lamb,
a sign of good times and of great days to come.
I watch the cross.
I imagine the earth rotating silently around the sun.
When all is revealed, supportive lines come into view.
Communication is open through prayerful hearts and man-made wires,
both linked day and night to a symbolic wooden cross.
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