We see them in many different places. Some stand proudly on top of a church. Others hang around a friend’s neck as jewelry. While some mark the burial plots of loved ones who are no longer with us.

As you’ve probably guessed, I’m referring to crosses. The ordinary cross we often times see is simply designed and not much to look at. It seems insignificant, but it’s far from.

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A brilliant wave of color
Covering years of dirt and grime
Like learning afresh what was learned before
What you thought was forgotten in time

The whirr of the wheel going ‘round
Winter front and dusky sky
Pleasing the eye as I paint them
Coming to life, side by side

Muscles stretching
Plié and pouncing, sweat dripping
My body awakens with
Each reach for the bucket sitting

Just there. Who would have
Thought that painting
A wall touched by time
Could be so invigorating?