THE FULL GOLGOTHA – THE DYING DAY

No warmth of sunshine, darkness dims
gone are memories, pain purges, cleanses,
bars from entrance any pleasant thought
which dare intrude this sacred moment.

Take up, take up, and play the man,
the bloody ensign hold against the sky,
the way you know, turn not from following
footprints of blood in the mourning sand.

Come now, give full embrace, hold not back
to clutch this bitter end, to protest to God
that all sweet things so once held in love,
are dead and gone: barren sorrow remains.

What time cannot steal pain effaces, till all is blood
sweat, crying, groaning beneath such crushing weight
that will drive the body headfirst into the arms
of waiting tomb and open grave.

No turning, no escape nor place to hide,
no succor, or love’s sweet kindness shall hide you.
As your Savior did, so you will bear this Cross,
through doors of waiting death – the full Golgotha.