 
			General (Vol. 2)
Behind the Tomb
- When I was small and could not bear the pain,
 My Jesus was a sage of land and lake
 Who loved all children, just as he loved me,
 And then I loved Him for His manger's sake.
- Then I began the rendezvous with bread
 And faintly saw the shadow of The Cross
 And vaguely apprehended in the text
 A celebration tempered with great loss.
- In my emerging self I then found out
 That love is complex, not a childhood frieze,
 With questions hard as metal in soft places
 Where love must hurt to prosper, not just please.
- So with God love is not all Halleluiahs,
 A book of praise, a certain destiny
 But it is risk, pain, searching, growth and doubting,
 Behind the tomb, the Cross of Calvary.