Two Pieces of Wood

Rough cut pieces of wood bearing many splinters, they shall be a portal through which all sin enters, blood soaked nails being constantly driven, one set of nails that will have a story written, from a sapling these pieces of wood were chosen, a destination to end stained a color of rosen, part of history that will never be forgotten, a mark of courage for even the downtrodden, two pieces of wood that will always mean so much, turned into a cross and embraced by His touch.