
the cross was heavy with
human impulses and skeptical contemplations.
he realized it all along,
walking, wiping beads of blood
from the sweaty forehead of knowledge.
thy will be done, he thought,
and shut his eyes, if only to feel deeper
the wound of our humanity
speared at the heart.
he then went home, miraculously,
to love and be loved and share continuously
the ultimate secret of grace and unity.
which all in all presents
a joyous juncture,
a happy hopeful ending.