Easter Week - Simon the Wanderer

 

“Simon the Wanderer”

 

Cyrene is my home in the countryside,

I am a wanderer,

Jerusalem called me away from this place,

There was a Teacher, who healed the body and heart,

The populous of the surrounding towns and countryside flooded into Jerusalem,

I moved with the crowds,

A soldier pulled me from the crowd to help the Teacher walk to his death,

The Teacher, a simple man with a simple message of love, was crucified,

For wrongs I do not know or understand,

At Golgatha, women weep and wail,

I watched as an unspoken sadness filled my soul,

But I did not weep, just stared into the midday darkness,

The body of the Teacher is taken down from the cross to be buried,

I follow the women and followers of the Teacher from distance,

The Teacher is buried and the tomb is sealed,

Now the followers of the teacher scattered

There is not place for me to scatter to,

I sit at the tomb,

There is comfort here,

Different from my home in Cyrene,

For, I am a wanderer.

[This reflection is a scenario of Simon of Cyrene, the Fifth Station of the Cross, or is it me]