Cross On The Small Mountain Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Cross On The Small Mountain
On the small mountain
The Cross
Stood in the face
Of gales and tempests.
The centuries passed
Pilgrims in sacks of grey
And bent heads
Under the heaviness of
The years they bore.
As yet
Mourning by day silent
The Cross stood
And
In the night
A Satyr passing by
Once in those distant
Retreats
He heard sobs
He heard cries
He heard a broken heart
Of the Cross mourning.
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