The Cross Of Blessing Poem by Janine Ballingall

Few know the cross of blessing
kingdom come
of a new day dawning
the perspective shift only for some

That I can feel the earth and smell the air
and not be there unaware
That I can know the brightness of His ascension
and not the shade and not defenses

The earth yields fragrant scents
Jasmine, honeysuckle, pine
combine
and fill my senses

Myrrh and aloes remind?
Still thinking about when He died
He's not dead
He's Alive!