Casting her gaze on the skyline near
the phosphorescent mirage made clear,
Seeing such agony, she cannot bear –
To ponder it, I do not dare!
Gloomy stale in that moment,
A mother carrying a lifeless body coiled in thy arms.
Looking with sorrow so weighed.
His wounds and body so bruised,
As blood drips from Christ’s side and thorny crown
She questions God “Why’s this my role?”
“And why my lone son to pay the toll?”
Carrying thy own epitaph, made to a cross
Alone along the path of grace?
Till next time, this is from my mind’s mind.