by Sr Ann Catherine Swailes
“And they compelled a passer-by, Simon of Cyrene, who was coming in from the country, the father of Alexander and Rufus, to carry his cross.”
He wasn’t one for talking, the old man.
And yet, it seemed to me his quiet sang,
As though a word, some mighty, labouring word
faltered beside him, and he shouldered it
In silence, made that burden his,
Then chanted it throughout his stumbling life.