The Cross Poem by Kinsley Lee

Dong-Ju, Yoon

The sun lights came to chase
Now that were hung on the cross
At the roof-top of the church

So high is the spire,
Going up there how I can aspire.

‘Cause cannot hear the bell's ring
So I'm whistling or hovering

If the cross will be
Permitted to me,
Like Jesus Christ, he
Was happy, but he had been felt it painfully,

Hanging down my neck like on the thorn choker,
The blooming blood, like the flower,
Under the darkening sky,
I am bleeding in calmly.