The rays of light, streaming from the azure dome
Of heaven set aglow the diamond frost
Upon the green or topaz stems of grass,
The pearls of mist that rise above
The sleeping surface of the river,
The scarlets and the saffrons that adorn
The soaring limbs upon the trees:
Invitation to adore the Author of such wonder.
And later, worship’s hymns a-fading,
Lowering clouds release a few brief crystals,
Barely visible descending from the sky,
Argent briefly resting on a surface, then
A luminescent globe for just a moment,
Before the liquid water vanishes
Into the insubstantial air.
The glory of New England in October!
So many blows from whips and hands. Half led, half dragged from place to place Throughout the night. I haven’t slept. When they ceased to lash with whips They lashed with words. Question after question As if my answers mattered. I hope my friends escaped. I wish the ones I barely see Through swollen, blurry eyes Would go. Their weeping just might break My heart. I hear their tears Above the jeers.
It’s getting hard to breathe.
I have to wonder why They jeer. Why bother? They can have their triumph Without mocking me. They have my life. What more can they desire?
It’s getting hard to breathe.
They tried to give me wormwood, But I wouldn’t take it. Best to bear the worst That human beings can do – Oh, I pray this is the worst! Every muscle screams From hanging by my hands Afire with pain Around the nails. I’d scream, but…
It’s getting hard to breathe.
Father, forgive them For they do not know… Breathe. What they are doing.
Do I know What I’m doing?
Breathe. Breathe.
Eli! Eli! Lama! Breathe. Sabachtani!
It’s getting Hard to breathe.
Breathe.
Is it dark? I can’t tell.
A sponge. Breathe. Sour wine. Breathe.
It’s hard Too hard To breathe.
Breathe.
Tear’s salt. Last Flavor.
Breathe.
Into Your hands… Breathe. I commend… Breathe. My spirit. Breathe.
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