The Scourging at the Pillar

A calamity that never ends . . .
hatred bordering on revulsion . . .
cruelty that exceeds the limits of cruelty . . .
This has become a nightmare
of isolation and unrelenting torture . . .
nothing remains
but love.
 
As clarity and conscious thought
are beaten into savage obscurity . . .
stripped of dignity . . .
stripped of identity . . .
and as life slips away, grain by grain,
all that remains
is love.
 
The fidelity of My heart . . .
the desire of My love for your love
is all that carries Me forward
from horror to horror . . .
for it is by love . . .
and with love . . .
and out of love for you
that I endure.
 
This is My Body . . .
which I am giving up for you.
This is My Blood . . .
which I am shedding for you.
There can be no greater love than this . . .
for all that I am
is love.