Mary's p.o.v
Constantly present but ever so rusty and old,
the cross symbolized his love for me. The
man with holes in his hands and feet was
born to die along. Torn asunder, his swansong
made my heart to melt like ice cream. It
wasn't a dream, he did die and then arose
from the grave on the third day. Constantly
present but ever so wonderful, my will to
live and to thrive in peace exists because
of him.