Cross
By linnea boese
Cross
(Matt. 11:28-30)
cross-eyed
I had no
single vision
life was a cross
I had to carry
and I was cross
at the tangled
criss-cross
web of weariness
and crass emptiness
(clouded crock)
case-hardened
then
cross my heart
it came across
brand new
old and rugged
time-tested
Christ’s cross
his cross purposes
tore across
my star-crossed life
crossed out
the non-sense
counterfeit
crossed over
from the heavens
to fill me
and
I took up
a new cross
supernatural
the crossbar
holds me
light as freedom
Linnea Boese
Linnea is a retired linguist and Bible translator who spent most of her life in Africa. During her time in Africa, Linnea analyzed the previously unwritten Nyarafolo language spoken in that region, and together they translated 31 books of the Bible. Her intense love for languages and writing has made her a life-long “word nerd”.