It's been many moons since I last saw your face, but I still remember the way you looked at me. We'd talk in the dark. You'd dance with me all day when the sun was shining in your window. Your bright smile left with the winter. The cold misunderstanding crept in. You didn't believe me when I said that I've forgotten what you told me when you said you were sorry.

Look at the cross. Do you believe that I can cleanse you? Will you answer when I call you by my name? Look at my arms. Do you believe they're open too? Do you hear me? I love you still the same.

You miss your joy. I miss the time with you. You've missed the point of the pain and the suffering. You punish your heart for crimes I've left behind. The punishment was taken by the king.

Look at the cross. Do you believe that can cleanse you? Will you answer when I call you by my name? Look at my arms. Do you believe they're open too? Do you hear me?

I love you still the same.


- David Greer, "Look at the Cross," from This Story, 2006