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"Those who carry grand
wardrobes and coffins
to the tenth floor
the old man with a bundle
of wood hobbling beyond the horizon
the woman with a hump of nettles
the lunatic pushing her baby carriage
full of empty vodka bottles
they all will be raised up
like a seagull feather
like a dry leaf
scraps of newspapers
Blessed are those who carry
for they will be raised up."
Jesus falls under the weight of the cross
and drag a passerby, Simon
and place the cross on his shoulder.
The man didn't intend to do that.
He had just come to Jerusalem from the country
for the first time.
He followed the noise and the crowd
and stood there craning to see what was happening.
A man on the way to be crucified
had fallen down from the heavy cross.
A soldier grabbed this stranger's arm roughly
and said: "You carry the cross."
He didn't intend to do that.
Yet this bit player in the drama
was no bit player after all.
Looking back I don't know if
you have ever been pulled into something
you had no intention of doing.
Changing a diaper, wiping away a tear,
putting on a bandaid and whispering:
"It is gonna be all right."
Changing a bed-pan
holding a hand in the dark.
Locking the doors tight so he/she
won't wander off.
No wonder they call it the 36 hour day.
We've all been pulled into the drama
and carried something unlikely and heavy
for someone else.
Simon was no bit player after all.
And neither or all those folk along the
way that lifted some load,
that made it somehow bearable.
Looking up at this Station we know,
don't we, that wouldn't be here today
unless someone, somewhere
had come forward
and shouldered our load.
Simon was no bit player.
He was at the heart of the drama
and so are we.
--Roger Lovette / rogerlovette.blogspot.com