Nailed bleeding slow and excruciated
The Heavens immense above have willed this Suffering.
A High Voice from those Heavens highly called it ‘Golgotha'
And further: It be Passion, Thought, Reasoning, Feeling, and More
‘And More, yes, ' called aloud the immense heavens.
‘You verses repeat often, ' complained the Monsignor
And I replied ‘the Beauty and the Grandeur be in the Repetitions'
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