O Suffering One ...
the sound of the suffering still echoes within us ...
the slashing of the whips,
the sting of the slaps,
the thwhack of the blows,
the pounding of the nails ...
we hear and feel the sounds of today ...
we hear the fleeing footsteps of your disciples,
the denial of your friend,
and the mocking of the crowds ...
O Suffering One,
we can not begin to grasp what is happening around us ...
Our hearts cleave while our souls fear ...
We want to stay and we want to flee ...
We want to draw nearer the cross,
but we want to find a place away from the dying ...
O Suffering One,
as the warm sunshine beckons us to forget,
the silence and the suffering reminds we simply can't ...
Be with us in the darkness,
hold us as we pass through the shadowy places,
and carry us when we stumble down the lonely path we trod.
O Suffering One,
be with us as we struggle to stay with you
and to remember and once again witness
the suffering ... the loneliness ... and the dying ...
O Suffering One,
there are no words to offer ...
there are no more tears to shed ...
there is only silence ...
the silence of suffering and death ...
the silence left by those who turned and ran ...
the silence that came with the darkness ...
the silence of a world that would kills its hope ...
O Suffering One,
in the silence we wait ...
in the silence we wait ...
in the silence we wait ...
... and all we find is silence ...
... a deep and defeaning silence ...
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