The Crucifixion

Father . . . I am so very tired . . .
beyond pain . . . beyond exhaustion . . .
there is no more . . . for I have given it all away . . .
 
As I gaze upon this crowd . . . this anxious crowd . . .
they watch as I watch . . . We are all of us . . .
watching . . .
waiting for death . . .
for it is late . . . and I am so very tired . . .
and I wish it were done . . . even more than they . . .
 
forgive them . . . these people . . . who feed on death . . .
all of them . . . strangers . . .
except for her . . .
the mother of a carpenter . . .
 
I can hear her as she weeps . . .
weeping for her Son . . . Your Son . . .
the mother of a carpenter . . .
it is late . . .
but I am not alone . . .
her love . . .
I remember . . .
 
Father . . .
I am so very tired . . .
and it is late . . .
I remember . . .
her love . . .
mother of a carpenter . . .
I am not alone . . .
mother of a carpenter . . .
I am not alone . . .
 
I am not alone . . .