Rediscovering the Past.

Approaching the shoreline
I can see the ancient monastery silhouetted in the distance, the sun is setting.
My soul stirs, the ancients stir

Watching as I draw near, they whisper, “she returns”
I walk side-by-side, shoulder-to-shoulder with the next generation, my daughter.
The pathway leads us to the cross, the cross of the ancients.
Standing for over a millennium, awaiting our arrival, awaiting our return.
We stand in wonder of the power within the stone.
The ancients understood, we can only imagine.
Time calls us back to the “time of understanding,”

The moment of the cross, the moment of the relinquishing of life.
I was thought of at that time, it was for me.

The moment of death was for my souls sake.
How can I comprehend, how can I possibly understand.
Death, the cross, was for me.
Remember me now, bring life to me now.
The time of death was then, the time for life is now.
Breath life back into me, “live, live, live.”
The ancients whisper, “death for life, life for death.”
Bring history into perspective, bring history into completion within my soul.
I stand in the shadow of the cross, then and now, with gratitude and love, in wonder and awareness of your presence in my life, then and now.