The glittering shine
of a flame-wrapped cross
moves me in ways unknown to others.
Bestowed upon me on the day
that the Holy Spirit took up roost
in my soul,
it has not left me since.
Through plains and cities and mountains and oceans
this cross has pulled me through.
But when the Spirit takes its home away
what shall become of the cross?
Should it lay forever with me?
Or should it meet a new neck
and share a new soul
and see new places?
Will I feel whole if it is removed?
Perhaps that will be my legacy, in some far off future,
"Who will get grandfather's cross?"
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