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At the Foot of the Cross Karina Rivera I found myself staring down at the destruction before me: Soul-deep cracks scattered across the terrain. Just what had happened here? Jagged edges made it impossible to walk Dust over the land made it impossible to breathe. Desolation stirred in me a desire To bring this place back to life again. I knelt by the edge, Facing a crevice that was impossible to breach. Challenged to build a bridge, With only echoes of laughter, happiness, and love, I told myself these joys would be enough. They had to be enough. But time and time again, These tools proved to be too fragile For the task they had been assigned. I knelt by the edge, Facing a crevice that was impossible to breach, *]\XMZPIX[[PITTW_MVW]OP\WJMÅTTML I scoured every inch of the land, Finding reason and knowledge in abundance, Accomplishments and recognition in their wake. But even these were not enough .WZ\PMLMX\P[\PMa_MZMKITTML\WÅTT Many years I walked along aimlessly, Following fault lines that led me nowhere, Searching for an edge to begin anew. 32 Fall 2016 But time and time again, Many years I walked along aimlessly, Following fault lines that led me nowhere, Searching for an edge to begin anew. But time and time again, The brokenness of this land Echoed hurt, pain, and sorrow That refused to be healed. Weary bones brought me to my knees. My feeble voice cried out To a God I was wholeheartedly unsure existed. And that was precisely where He found me. He who had traversed this wreckage As if there was something of worth to be found. He who stooped down to meet me )[QN \PMZM_I[IVa\PQVOWN _WZ\P1KW]TLW‫ٺ‬MZ0QU He who lifted me up As if I were a tender child in His arms. He had traversed this deso late land With one goal in mind: To lay down a hefty cross Clear across this ravine. There, at the edge of the rift ?I[\PMÅZ[\[MIU There, at the base of the bridge, He held out an inviting hand. And there, at the foot of the cross, 1\WWSUaÅZ[\[\MX[WN NIQ\P He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. (Psalm 147:3, NIV) Karina Rivera is a senior concentrating in Public Health.