Stations of the Cross— The Weight of Dust:Station 14
Stations of the Cross—The Weight of Dust: Station 12
When I worked with this tile the clay took over. There was a sense of finality and acceptance. The poem truely came out of the clay.
Death on the Cross
The heart of flesh
has done its work.
Earth and heaven join.
Time joins timeless.
Station 12-
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Stations of the Cross— The Weight of Dust: Station 11
The nail in this tile is embedded in the clay and fired.
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Station 11- Crucified
Father, forgive them,
all and each.
It is done.
Into your hands….
Peace.
Stations of the Cross— The Weight of Dust: Station 10
The creation of this particular station was painful to me as the poem will reflect, perhaps because I have a long history of working with cloth. The cloth here is clay, yet people often ask me if it is cloth. In the tradition this station comes immediately
