The Cross

tree of ther knowlegde of good and evil

I was the first of my kind, called into being by Eternity.
Uniquely made to know all that can be known if they dared to know. The evil and suffering alike. I am good.
My luscious succulent fruits always beckoning to be tasted.
There was another creature which took a special liking to my being, slithering routinely on my stem and resting on my fruits. It’s darkness seeping into my roots.
They fell for the luscious succulence. The dream of knowing all that is in my being. A bite that led to their fall and the fall of all. My branches cried out that day one of the luscious succulence was plucked off. It knew. The whole of creation knew.

The workers chopped the parts they needed out of my stem. My greatness and longevity crumbling to the ground.
They carved and shaped a cross out of me.
4 of the soldiers carried me and placed me by many others.
A man was led in with a purple robe drenched in blood. They wove a crown out of thorns and crushed it into his head.
They placed me on his shoulder, my weight grinding into his flesh. He walked with the little strength he had carrying me with no complaints.
He fell, my weight pressed on his bones and adding to the torment which had led a trail of blood as he walked. With each fall he rose not leaving me on the ground.
A man greatly loved and hated, his existence forever causing a seen and unseen schism in creation. My redemption guaranteed as he never forsook me, carrying my grandeur despite many lashes to the mountain. I felt the human tremor and I felt the divine grace that surpasses all knowing.
He was nailed into my being and we became one.
Salvation was brought.
A tree which led to the Fall finally redeemed to save.