Please do not wear the hair shirt
For me
Even if I keep handing it to you
Burn it at once
And open all the windows
Or the stench will cover the walls
There are one thousand steps
Leading to my alter
Do not exhaust yourself
Do not make yourself weary
Even when I insist
That you bloody your knees
Crawling up them
There is no need for penance
If you are not guilty
I really don’t mean to
Make you carry a cross
My reluctant savior
Refuse it at once
And throw it down
Upon the ground
Before I start hammering
We should be standing
In bright light
Honest and forthright
On the mountaintop
Not struggling in the darkness
That I have created for us
In the Garden of Gethsemane
I will take this cup
From you
If that is your wish

For Chris~