Sunday 4 September 2016

Driftwood Cross

Hanging here in ugliness, battered artless asymmetry
Washed up, ruined, stained and wreathed in frayed forgotten ropes,
Salvaged, lifted, turned from side to side, examined,
Lashed together loosely, holding fast, an invitation.

Come: rest among these anything-but-casual components,
Come rest among these common things,
The recognition of suffering, the joining of discarded parts,
Battered in the waters, given stillness.

Made whole in rebirth in this narrative of life,
Forgotten, discarded and abandoned to destruction;
Remade, rebuilt, regiven life, regiven beauty.