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February 9, 2012

Dawn-light from on high breaks. In its lofty dome, first-creation stretches hands over a sea of cloudy blue. From that place, I first knew you, chosen and despised, scapegoat for their sins. Yet, I uttered no thing when they drove three nails through your royal garb and said,

“For this you’ll die.”

I watched them gather stones to slay you for the crime of blasphemy but seeking liberty from the lordly, barbed word, I acted not. Complacency became my shelter while you suffered and prayed for the suffering, praying world.

I was not like you…

I preached and brought love in my own way and needed no other. I was young, a whole life to live, and you were old, your life given away. How I cherished myself when no one cherished you!

From dust rising, brushing off the phoenix’s feathers, I at last spoke,

“He does no wrong, leave.” But surely, you were more wrong and corrupt than the rest of us? Surely, you polished iniquities into gold, wore them on your finger?

Silent, I stood…

Between that world and the abyss, saw heaven; that shining tower built from ivory stone, whitewashed alabaster. Warding the gates was the most beautiful, purest creature, the Shepherd of souls, Christ the Lord. He said:

“Look, behold my manservant!”

You again. I pleaded to enter in, but from your hands clutched, dangled the keys. Slandered, tormented and mocked, you blessed the great emptiness. My wrath could not overcome earth and your honor, missed it. I begged a martyr to open heaven and he thanked me for letting him die.