I feel an imperative,
so I exercise,
alone and outside,
it reminds me of myself:
who I was, who I am, who I will be,
no matter how high or low in your eyes…
Me.
…
It’s a compulsion,
part of my identity,
one could say,
I feel the glory of God in my exertions.
To this end, I sneer at the bodybuilders and gym junkies,
those who “work out” for superficial ends
(It’s deeper than that!)…
And I take pleasure in feeling the movement of
the Cross
as it moves with me.
The Cross I wear on a longish chain around my neck,
stainless steel, shiny and “cheap”,
no doubt scorned by bodybuilders, gym junkies and girly-girls,
who exist on another societal plane.
They don’t get it,
their loss.
The Cross is precious.
The Cross is practical and everyday.
I wash sweat and moisturizer residue off in soapy dish water.
The Cross is with me.
Variously and verily,
the Cross moves with me.
…
