I cannot look unto the cross,
For I am unworthy to witness this awesome sight,
Yet I see the reflection so painfully clear,
On the one who watches beneath.
Silent she stands,
Eyes wide, transfixed on God before her.
Brow heavy, straining ears cathching the last words He speaks.
Humiliation consummate, torture ultimate,
Grief; Pain; Sorrow.
With hands clasped she kneels,
Blood staining her garments pulsates from her breast
He has died.
Nature answers this almighty event,
Light is shut out and the earth convulses,
Stars descend adorning her head.
Prostated she lays,
Beneath her Son.
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