Let antique trees utter speech; let the earth give evidence under oath
Let the primeval rivers testify, let the stars the moon and the sun state their accounts
Sweat of blood oozing through his pores in surrender
Flogged to a frazzle, jeered dejected and rejected, man of grief
Kissing the dust as the dumb lamb on a slaughter slab
Who cut down the essence of being?
Who sacrificed the morning star?
Bereft of dignity, naked and spent, suspended bridge between heaven and hell
Hanging ladder where men may ascend the Holy, conduit of goodwill for earth bound men
Trampled rose king of the saints almighty warrior sunshine after the rain
Through the labyrinth of time I met you, easing the fears of this weary wayfarer
Blood of exchange flowing free, wreath of thorns, pierced hands, feet, and sides all for me
I am a witness your passion was for me
