La Croix du Requer, Clis


On one side, Christ already
rigid, cold, alone,
while on the other, Mary holds
a baby in her arms –

the years between are nowhere
and were only written down
much later, by those yearning
that darkness could be dawn –

but stone expresses clearly
how death remains distinct,
how at that final moment
all meaning was a blank –

and yet, I often pause here
on my weekly cycle ride
not from any sense of pilgrimage
or because it’s in my guide

but to think of the man who carved it
and generations since
imagining Jerusalem
in the grey granite of France.

Tom Vaughan

If you have any thoughts on this poem, Tom Vaughan would be pleased to hear them.