Today after seeing the cross in the lawn of the church I attended decorated with beautiful flowers I wrote the following poem:
against the grain,
stretching toward april skies.
where once was death,
I found myself thinking about religious symbols and ritual and what they can mean to us. Each faith has some items that carry a certain weight, certain practices that resonate with “believers” and help them focus.
I find myself wanting to know more about what stirs the spirits of others. What symbols are important to you? What rituals or practices speak to your spirit?