Poem: “Weapon”


The cross is deep, a dagger,
So firmly fixed is evil,
Who can pull it out, extract
This weapon of the devil?

A relic in no reliquary,
Heirloom of the race,
It stands upright as humans do
But has no human face

And what became of Jesus’ cross
When Christ was taken down?
It served for many others
Anointed with their wounds

Silent in the darkness
It offers up the wood
To be the shepherd’s staff of Christ
In love’s desuetude

A weapon He alone can grip
A scabbard He can wear,
Only God can heal with such
A weapon of despair

June 9, 2011

Pavel Chichikov is a Washington DC-based poet and photographer. He has written for both the secular and the Catholic press on issues as diverse as Russian nuclear weapons systems, Olympic athletes, and miracles. His books include From Here to Babylon: Poems by Pavel Chichikov,  Lion Sun: Poems by Pavel Chichikov, Mysteries and Stations in the Manner of Ignatius, and Animal Kingdom. Pavel may be heard reading his works on catholicradiointernational.com and on pavelreads.com. His poetry regularly appears on "The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov."