The path before his eyes

Led ever upward

His tunic oft-catching

On twigs and brush and bur

He pauses

Deep breath

And the upward climb

Begins once more

A drop of sweat falls

His heart pounds in his core

Skyward gaze

The sun is hot

His right hand holds a beaded string

The Crucifix

Left hand pulls the tunic

Catching once more on a stick

The top

Done climbing

And falling to his knees

At the tower of stones

“Deus meus,” he begins in hushed tones

Crying to God on His eternal throne

 

anthony forrest