.

.

Golgotha

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It was not the end you’d want

But (as it turned out) it was no end at all

Instead, flowers still grew,

Birds still sang

Children still laughed

The still-moon dipped its rim

Into the still-blue sea of Galilee.

.

It was a terrible place to die

But (as it turned out) we did not die at all

Instead, we stood waist-deep

Reeking from the worst that

Old Golgotha was

But were not consumed

We were not doomed.

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It was a place of no return

But (as it turned out) return we will

To the garden that grew us

To the mother that made us

To the brother who broke us

And the spirit that woke us

From our Golgotha.