The soldiers have all gone home
The fickle jeering crowd too
After it has its day
Even evil gets tired
And needs to rest
The blood spatter
Is everywhere
The thorny crown
Piercing spear
Divided clothes
Our shadows truly
Taller than our souls
But not as tall
As the three crosses
That loom large
On history’s horizon
The long awaited transformation
We yearn for arrives
Water into wine
Sins forgiven
Hope renewed
Faith rewarded
Reconciliation
Of heaven and earth
The first flickers
Of eternal light
And everlasting glory