Life's Crosses

We each bear our crosses;

made of different wood;

depends upon the forest;

where in life we stood.

Crosses heavy; no matter

from where they came;

some made of sorrow;

others made of shame.

Guilt adds to the weight;

words spoken out in haste;

Then there are regrets;

opportunities let go to waste.

Loves cast aside; not valued

as the gifts meant to be;

Thoughtless acts committed;

that only now we see.

We each bear our crosses;

made of different wood;

depends upon the forest;

where in life we stood.

Each step we take a task;

under heavy burdens born;

a lifetime of living; upon

on our weary shoulders worn.

At times the crosses feel

as if they’re made of stone;

So heavy is the weight;

we trudge through life alone.

It’s only when we lay it down;

that we can realize;

That love and joy abound;

right before our eyes.

We each bear our crosses;

made of different wood;

depends upon the forest;

where in life we stood.

Carve them with forgiveness;

While shaping them with care;

Make the load much lighter;

the crosses that we bear.