capturing my imagination

a poem by Stewart Henderson (I do not know the title) on the cross:

Strange way to watch for stormy weather,
Strange way to disprove gravity.
Strange way to go around fundraising,
Strange way to sing out liberty.

Strange way to reassure your mother,
Strange way to finish your world tour.
Strange way to pose for all those paintings,
Strange way to gather in the poor.

Strange dissident of meekness,
And nurse of tangled souls.
It's so unlike the holy
To end up full of holes.