Paschal Mystery

I see a cross

Just pieces of wood.

I see a man

just a man.

I see a crowd,

Just a crowd

Angry, lewd, thirsty for blood.

I see hands

Just my own hands.

Dirty, calloused, caked with blood.

I see the end

Not just the end

I see the reason

Just not sure why.

 

 

 

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