
We were proud of the Cross,
We knew that Australians were practically
the only people who ever saw it
that the Aborigines had been looking at it for
thousands of years
that it had been a sign of hope,
the end of one journey and the beginning of another,
for our foreparents sailing to this south land of the Holy Spirit.
As time went on the Cross came to be a sign
of God’s presence.
First you had to look for it, but barring any stormy
nights you always found it.
And even when the clouds hid it, you knew it was there.
A sign of God’s presence, yes, but always with
that element of mystery.
Yes, you think, God sees this ancient land all right
and has always seen it,
looks down on it through that pattern of stars
which, long before it happened,
formed the outline of the instrument by which the
Son would die.
And so the Cross has become for us the keeper
of the vision and the dream
Inspiring us to a deeper, larger awareness beyond ourselves
pulling us out of ourselves, unsettling our securities,
summoning us to a deeper quality of service,
self-giving and sacrifice,
Leading us to that point where we must answer Jesus’ challenge
to take up our own cross of action, reflection and contradiction.
It calls us, in its nearness and its remoteness
in its absence and its presence
in its clarity and its mystery
to be sign
sign of God’s caring love of justice
of good news for the oppressed
sign of the One who saves on a Cross.
