Sunday, July 25, 2010

CROSS TO BEAR

July 3, 2010. My niece's wedding and the tabernacle in the church. What lovely work this was, burnished bronze highlighted on the raised surface, darkened in the crevices, burnished on the ridges where people may have rubbed it for in prayerful request. The burgundy red center bled out toward the reaches of the cross, the surface smooth and raised away from the peaks and valleys below it. In another setting I might have touched it, felt the rough surface, moved my hand over the smoothness of the blood red cross. Maybe I would have made my own supplication.