Love, religion, faith. What is it that you make? What do you take? I see two lines before my eyes, that make me look up to the skies. I believe.
Michelle
Many years of Catholic school — stumbling around in blind faith.
Brainwashing. Awkward memories. Years of guilt and “penance.”
Only to find out that God has nothing to do with it all really…
Amanda Purnell
His pace is brisk, a New York walk, purposeful in its efficiency. Arms snug at his sides – better to reduce drag, eliminate pedestrian collisions – he looks ahead five feet, scanning the pavement for pitfalls, anything that could slow him down. At the intersections, when he’s missed the light and the masses huddle around him, he crosses himself. Father, Son, Holy Ghost, right before the light turns and he steps off the curb. The first to do so, ahead of the mass of flesh, picking up velocity.
ThomG
There’s a cross on her neck. It reminds her of her saviour who died for her on the cross. The one person who loves her unconditionally. The one person she disappoints most of the time but still continues to love her despite. I love you Lord.
A symbol of meanings that span the verse, It is hope altogether. To bind two things crossing paths, a bond. The cross if faith, hope, and a bond of what crosses our path.
Approaching the cross roads, I wondered should I turn right or left? Should I stay straight or turn around. Shrugging I thought, I’ll cross that bridge when I get there.
The cross between her two favorite flowers produced a tall stately plant that did not bloom. She scratched her head. She did everything right, everything by the book. What happened? It was going to surprise her next year.
I was cross at her. I was cross at her. I didn’t know why it was so hard to admit that but I was. I was sick of her annoyings quips and sarcastic words and I was just mad at having to live with her for the next six months.
I sit on the floor, cross my legs like an indian. This insipid woman, insisting on teaching me addition. I learned how to add when I was 3, you vile cow! The state of public schools now a days makes me sick.
I crossed someone just the other day.
I said something that came off mean,
But it wasn’t what I meant to say.
Liam G.
“Don’t cross me,” Reinholdt warned ominously. “You won’t like me when I’m angry.” “Hey, you sound just like David Banner on that old Hulk show,” Martin replied as he laced up his shoes. “Do you think you can tone it down some for the T-Ball championship game?”
Izolda
Cross is also a mark. Just a mark to identify something. Now That can be a neutral thing not really negative , but usually perceived negatively.
Cross is x shape. And from an early age it acquires a negative connotation . Everytime it came on the test sheets and notebooks it kind of made one feel bad.
There are several things you can cross, lines come to mind at first. To cross the line is to do that which you are advised against. Now while some lines, I won’t say most, but some lines are agreed upon by most of the human population, while others are simply put upon you by a select few others.
It was a long way and on the map it had looked so short. They toiled up hills that were filled with smow and eventually they reached the border. Well, it was the border on the map, but there was no evidence on the ground. They moved on a few yards and then hugged each other. They were free!
Crosses. The first thing I think of, is “the cross”
I’m not even religious.
But for some reason, such a simple image for such a twisted religion really amazes me. I have so odd affinity with it… although I’m not sure if I will ever figure out why.
It’s not like I wanted to meet him, our paths just happened to cross one day. But I don’t regret meeting him. He’s taught me more than any could imagine, and we were simply strangers on a train. He still changed my life though.
It’s amazing what happens when you meet someone about to die.
He was mad. He was very mad. He had been in this situation before and it always made him mad, but he never acted on it or let himself really feel the depths of his anger. But this time, there was no denying it. He was cross.
He wasn’t going to go to church again.
Bryan
Gabrielle glared at him. His behaviour had never made her more cross or embarrassed than at this point. He was acting like a five year old, if a five year old were able to drink wine and smash a glass in anger so easily. He was drunk and he was again acting as though she were his. She stalled for a moment to consider a retort.
when the word cross appeared in group-conversation, the religious symbol wasn’t what popped up into her mind. she saw little x’s, markers of failure. reminders of where she went wrong, what mistakes she made. little regrets have small white x’s, and the biggest were completely crossed out in her mind with bright, red ink. crosses were pain, not salvation.
alyssa
CROSS the T’s. To get anywhere there must be something crossed. Life moves three dimensionally– to choose one path is to cross another, and at any given point, your cross may pivot like a most overweight seesaw.
Devon
the crosses i bear are many. i go no where without them. they define me…i am katherine because i have learned to bear them, and keep going. i love life and wouldn’t have it any other way.
She was cross. I don’t know why. She didn’t even know I was aware. But I knew her too well; the slight crease in the forehead, the lowering of the eyebrows, the fixed smile. When she was happy, she almost never smiled.
cross my heart
hope to die
promise me you wont cry
goodbye for now
and understand
we’ll meet again in heaven’s land
Kim
You crossed my way without asking, without noise, without plans. A crossroad, two totally different lifes in totally different places. I just hope we will take the same intersection.
She’s been crossed so many many times yet still gullibly trusts everyone she meets. Disappointment causes her pain but doesn’t touch her faith in the people around her…There are two kinds of people.
People who think she is foolish…
And people who think she is beautiful.
Stephanie
Cross the street and see what is there. Cross your heart and hope to die, stick a needle in your eye.
Beverly Haney
our paths crossed in the night. we walked together till daylight came. funny how that can work
Perrie
It’s always around her neck. A small golden cross. She treasures it like it somthing special. I’ve never asked about it, no matter how much I want to.
You cannot understand me – you don’t take the time to even learn what I believe. I guess it’s my cross to bear, but honestly. Would you believe what the KKK said about an all-black Baptist church? Why do you believe everything your preacher says about me and my faith? He knows nothing. You know nothing about what I believe – because you don’t bother to ask me.
I was very cross when someone told me that I couldn’t have a hummingbird as a pet. I thought, wow, how mean. So then I went and got a tiger and killed them. I then went to watch Inception, because I’m crazy like that.
Tyson
The stained glass above her streaks scrambled colors onto the flagstones beneath her sneakers. The sneakers that are sticky with blood, that squelch as she walks to the altar. She feels dirty here; dirty and horrible. A stain against a pure background. She knows they’ll find her; it’s only a matter of when. If not them, then the police. The law enforcement. Such a laughable concept, these days. The law controls nothing in Denver. They’ll threaten and chase at your heels like pesky hounds, but if you know the right fox, you can slip away from the baying beagles.
But the den the fox offers you…it isn’t always as cozy as it seems.
Alicia
On wednesdays we had chapple. I’d go into the church and sometimes i’d listen. But on the back wall there was a stained glass cross and beyond that there were cars and people. The outside captured my imagination. I played pretend wondering if everything was as bad as they made it seem.
“Take me down from this cross right this minute,” Jesus said to the Roman soldiers, who were laughing and carrying on. “I’m warning you … if you don’t stop jabbing spears between my ribs and saying unkind words, I will be forced to … forced to … turn the other cheek!”
Jesus died on the cross to pay for our sins. But it wasn’t because he wanted to control us, or because God was some almighty being who just wanted to manipulate us. It’s because he loves us and cares for us and doesn’t want us to spend an eternity in Hell.
Love, religion, faith. What is it that you make? What do you take? I see two lines before my eyes, that make me look up to the skies. I believe.
Many years of Catholic school — stumbling around in blind faith.
Brainwashing. Awkward memories. Years of guilt and “penance.”
Only to find out that God has nothing to do with it all really…
His pace is brisk, a New York walk, purposeful in its efficiency. Arms snug at his sides – better to reduce drag, eliminate pedestrian collisions – he looks ahead five feet, scanning the pavement for pitfalls, anything that could slow him down. At the intersections, when he’s missed the light and the masses huddle around him, he crosses himself. Father, Son, Holy Ghost, right before the light turns and he steps off the curb. The first to do so, ahead of the mass of flesh, picking up velocity.
There’s a cross on her neck. It reminds her of her saviour who died for her on the cross. The one person who loves her unconditionally. The one person she disappoints most of the time but still continues to love her despite. I love you Lord.
A symbol of meanings that span the verse, It is hope altogether. To bind two things crossing paths, a bond. The cross if faith, hope, and a bond of what crosses our path.
It had crossed my mind that i may have been dreaming,
lying in that green meadow,
shadowed by a tree,
nothing seemed real,
then i opened my eyes.
Approaching the cross roads, I wondered should I turn right or left? Should I stay straight or turn around. Shrugging I thought, I’ll cross that bridge when I get there.
The cross between her two favorite flowers produced a tall stately plant that did not bloom. She scratched her head. She did everything right, everything by the book. What happened? It was going to surprise her next year.
I was cross at her. I was cross at her. I didn’t know why it was so hard to admit that but I was. I was sick of her annoyings quips and sarcastic words and I was just mad at having to live with her for the next six months.
I sit on the floor, cross my legs like an indian. This insipid woman, insisting on teaching me addition. I learned how to add when I was 3, you vile cow! The state of public schools now a days makes me sick.
I crossed someone just the other day.
I said something that came off mean,
But it wasn’t what I meant to say.
“Don’t cross me,” Reinholdt warned ominously. “You won’t like me when I’m angry.” “Hey, you sound just like David Banner on that old Hulk show,” Martin replied as he laced up his shoes. “Do you think you can tone it down some for the T-Ball championship game?”
Cross is also a mark. Just a mark to identify something. Now That can be a neutral thing not really negative , but usually perceived negatively.
Cross is x shape. And from an early age it acquires a negative connotation . Everytime it came on the test sheets and notebooks it kind of made one feel bad.
I don’t like crossing anything. Crossing the street, crossing someone, crucifixion, never seems like a positive thing to me.
There are several things you can cross, lines come to mind at first. To cross the line is to do that which you are advised against. Now while some lines, I won’t say most, but some lines are agreed upon by most of the human population, while others are simply put upon you by a select few others.
I never did cross my mind that the gun was dirty. It was just sitting there on the stairs. That may have been the worst decision i have ever made.
It was a long way and on the map it had looked so short. They toiled up hills that were filled with smow and eventually they reached the border. Well, it was the border on the map, but there was no evidence on the ground. They moved on a few yards and then hugged each other. They were free!
Crosses. The first thing I think of, is “the cross”
I’m not even religious.
But for some reason, such a simple image for such a twisted religion really amazes me. I have so odd affinity with it… although I’m not sure if I will ever figure out why.
It’s not like I wanted to meet him, our paths just happened to cross one day. But I don’t regret meeting him. He’s taught me more than any could imagine, and we were simply strangers on a train. He still changed my life though.
It’s amazing what happens when you meet someone about to die.
He was mad. He was very mad. He had been in this situation before and it always made him mad, but he never acted on it or let himself really feel the depths of his anger. But this time, there was no denying it. He was cross.
He wasn’t going to go to church again.
Gabrielle glared at him. His behaviour had never made her more cross or embarrassed than at this point. He was acting like a five year old, if a five year old were able to drink wine and smash a glass in anger so easily. He was drunk and he was again acting as though she were his. She stalled for a moment to consider a retort.
when the word cross appeared in group-conversation, the religious symbol wasn’t what popped up into her mind. she saw little x’s, markers of failure. reminders of where she went wrong, what mistakes she made. little regrets have small white x’s, and the biggest were completely crossed out in her mind with bright, red ink. crosses were pain, not salvation.
CROSS the T’s. To get anywhere there must be something crossed. Life moves three dimensionally– to choose one path is to cross another, and at any given point, your cross may pivot like a most overweight seesaw.
the crosses i bear are many. i go no where without them. they define me…i am katherine because i have learned to bear them, and keep going. i love life and wouldn’t have it any other way.
Sometimes a strikethrough just won’t do.
sometimes you have to burn holes with insecticides
and poison the land
that was once a soul.
I have no excuses, but yours is a cross,
Let Jesus be my witness.
She was cross. I don’t know why. She didn’t even know I was aware. But I knew her too well; the slight crease in the forehead, the lowering of the eyebrows, the fixed smile. When she was happy, she almost never smiled.
cross my heart
hope to die
promise me you wont cry
goodbye for now
and understand
we’ll meet again in heaven’s land
You crossed my way without asking, without noise, without plans. A crossroad, two totally different lifes in totally different places. I just hope we will take the same intersection.
She’s been crossed so many many times yet still gullibly trusts everyone she meets. Disappointment causes her pain but doesn’t touch her faith in the people around her…There are two kinds of people.
People who think she is foolish…
And people who think she is beautiful.
Cross the street and see what is there. Cross your heart and hope to die, stick a needle in your eye.
our paths crossed in the night. we walked together till daylight came. funny how that can work
It’s always around her neck. A small golden cross. She treasures it like it somthing special. I’ve never asked about it, no matter how much I want to.
You cannot understand me – you don’t take the time to even learn what I believe. I guess it’s my cross to bear, but honestly. Would you believe what the KKK said about an all-black Baptist church? Why do you believe everything your preacher says about me and my faith? He knows nothing. You know nothing about what I believe – because you don’t bother to ask me.
neglected,
(You are so)
& my knees are
not low enough
for me to sink to
truly let You see
what a wretched
piece of flesh
You created.
I was very cross when someone told me that I couldn’t have a hummingbird as a pet. I thought, wow, how mean. So then I went and got a tiger and killed them. I then went to watch Inception, because I’m crazy like that.
The stained glass above her streaks scrambled colors onto the flagstones beneath her sneakers. The sneakers that are sticky with blood, that squelch as she walks to the altar. She feels dirty here; dirty and horrible. A stain against a pure background. She knows they’ll find her; it’s only a matter of when. If not them, then the police. The law enforcement. Such a laughable concept, these days. The law controls nothing in Denver. They’ll threaten and chase at your heels like pesky hounds, but if you know the right fox, you can slip away from the baying beagles.
But the den the fox offers you…it isn’t always as cozy as it seems.
On wednesdays we had chapple. I’d go into the church and sometimes i’d listen. But on the back wall there was a stained glass cross and beyond that there were cars and people. The outside captured my imagination. I played pretend wondering if everything was as bad as they made it seem.
“Take me down from this cross right this minute,” Jesus said to the Roman soldiers, who were laughing and carrying on. “I’m warning you … if you don’t stop jabbing spears between my ribs and saying unkind words, I will be forced to … forced to … turn the other cheek!”
Jesus died on the cross to pay for our sins. But it wasn’t because he wanted to control us, or because God was some almighty being who just wanted to manipulate us. It’s because he loves us and cares for us and doesn’t want us to spend an eternity in Hell.