This ground
Is not the ground you walked on.
This ground is damp from recent showers.
That ground baked under a hotter sun.
But it is the same Earth, the same Sun.
I walk in your footsteps.
This hill
Is not the hill you climbed.
This hill is green and soft with mud and rain,
That hill was dry and harsh with heat and hate.
But it is the same Earth, with the same sorrow,
We walk in your path.
This world
Is not the world you lived in.
This world is larger, richer, modern.
Your world was smaller, poorer, long ago.
But it is the same Earth with the same people
We live in your world.
Is not the world you lived in.
This world is larger, richer, modern.
Your world was smaller, poorer, long ago.
But it is the same Earth with the same people
We live in your world.
This cross
Is not the cross you died on.
This cross is smaller and symbolic,
Your cross was real and cruel.
But it means the same thing.
We remember your love.
Is not the cross you died on.
This cross is smaller and symbolic,
Your cross was real and cruel.
But it means the same thing.
We remember your love.
Reflections on Good Friday, 29/3/24. Pictures from Twerton Round Hill, Bath.