Who Left This Behind?

Morning walks teach me to look ahead, around me, and increasingly, down.
That is where I found it a small silver crucifix lying almost blending in with the rough street.

No chain. No owner. No explanation waiting nearby.

I could pick up the cross. Then what?

How had something so seemingly precious simply fallen unnoticed, or had someone reached a moment when carrying it became… a little too much? A burden to wear?

Standing there, I realized I was no longer thinking only about a lost pendant.

“An object can fall from our hands. Faith raises the harder question: when we lay it down, have we lost it or are we deciding what we are willing to carry?“

– Robert

I bent down because the cross caught my eye. I stood back up carrying questions that had not been there a few steps earlier.