The burden to the Cross

--- Once, I had everyone. They cared for me with love. They fed me when I was hungry, Spent their precious time just to be with me.

They showed eagerness to follow me, To walk with me, to support me. They listened—patiently—to every word I spoke.

But now… I am walking toward the cross. Yes, I still have followers— But none are helping me carry this heavy burden. I am hungry, yet no one asks, “Do you need food?” My lips are parched with thirst, But no one offers me a drop of water. I am naked—exposed to shame— Yet no one comes to clothe me. My body bleeds, but no one reaches to wipe my wounds.

I long for a voice, a word, a touch— But silence surrounds me. They all stood by me… until the cross. Now, I bear every emotion, every ache—alone. Alone with my pain. And I say this with truth, not complaint:

I am hurting. I am hurting. I am hurting. My God, if it is possible… Take this burden from me.

Still, I am not angry— This is the reality of love’s path. Father, I place my life in Your hands. Let Your will be done.