2015 String Poet Second Place

The Wall that Christ Leaned Against on His Way to the Cross

Rhodonite. Red clay compressed.
Rose quartz flecked with the best that shadows
can offer a world of loss.

When his shoulder scraped its edge
his startled blood issued forth like the prayers
worshippers in need would utter daily.

Carpenter boy alive with light
his mother kissed and brought to earth
to share with a practical man.

Plain brick. Shining stone.
Who can name what death calls?
Living flesh of a miraculous being

dragged through dust into destiny,
blessing a simple structure built
by whatever served, what came to hand.