I was separated from my mother during a fierce storm. I dropped to the forest floor and lay upon the damp moss where I grew from a seed into a sapling and from a sapling into a towering tree.
One day I heard gruff voices and men carrying axes entered the forest. They brutally hacked at my trunk until I had no choice but to fall to the forest floor from whence I had come.
Borne on the shoulders of my captures, I was carried to a shed where they sawed me into long planks of wood.
Holes were drilled into me and I took on the form of a cross.
They then carried me to Jerusalem, where I saw a man dressed in a blood-soaked garment who was forced to carry me upon his torn flesh.
Together, we made our way down the Via Dolorosa. The man staggered and fell under my weight; a compassionate man from the crowd named Simon helped him up.
Our arduous journey led us to Golgotha, place of skulls.
I was taken from the man’s shoulder and laid upon the ground. Men took hold of the man and laid him upon me.
They brutally hammered nails into his hands and feet which pierced us both and my sap mingled with his blood.
Hoisted aloft, I became the framework upon which Jesus, the Son of God would hang until his death thereby fulfilling our destiny.
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