Comments about Felix Montjoie
For Good Friday
This morning burned soft in my waking eyes-
Like a low, cool light, almost blue.
I open up a window to see the world wake with me;
and thought how, if I had been Jesus, I might have liked to die on a day like this.
We carry our crosses up mountains with us,
We crucify our fellow man.
Some are crucified for many years,
and never see a day like this.
And does Jesus die with them?
Every time, on every day, someone with a cross over his heart;
he'll have his passion too.
I'm ready to carry my cross,
I'm ready to live year by year,