A Cross

The cross was broken.  This made the man upset.  It wasn't broken before and now somehow mysteriously it was.  But how could this be?  Thought the man: I always keep my things looked after.  He would have to get it fixed but for now he was transfixed by the broken parts.  It was a wooden cross, a very simple design.  It meant a lot to the man- it was given to him when he was baptised.  The baptism was his life given back to  him.  He was blessed by it, by those healing waters, a re-birth of some certain fire.
  By this he himself felt broken.  Looking in the mirror didn't help.  All he could see were those still hurting cuts that came from last week.  The unhealed scars made him feel dejected.  He put the bits of the broken cross into a bag and cycled across town into the green and brown woods.  As he was cycling he thought how fortunate he has been and how that fortune wasn't that inexhaustible resource he could always rely on.
  Seasons come and go just as luck, so it seemed.
  He wanted to bury the pieces of the cross as another symbolic act to end a symbol.  He was hoping that a great tree may grow from it a great cross tree to overshadow all other trees with it's big plate leaves and strong bark.
  His brother gave him the cross and the man imagined him being a little sad at this burial.
  The man dug up a hole with his hands and placed the cross inside.  Then he cried.
  The man went home lost and sad inside, he wondered out loud as to the purpose of his loss, his direction.
"No-more, no-more..."
  Collapsed into bed.
  That night he dreamt that he was dancing an infinite dance cascading through rooms long and endless.  Flames were at his heels but smoke didn't clog up his nose and throat.
  He woke up at a loss to his dream.  He couldn't make it out and promptly forgot about it.  The sun was rearing it's head and the man put on his clothes- all fingers and thumbs.  As he made his way outside he noticed something that should not be there- a package on the wall.  He couldn't explain it- it was a thing that should not be a thing, not on that ordinary wall it shouldn't have.
  He picked it up and to even further unreason he opened it.  His heaviness lifted when he opened it- it was a cross.
  He was baptised all again.