As soon as we heard the news
We went to her,
To sit with her,
Hold her,
Protect her.
But she did not lament,
Falter.
No tears, her face was set ….
…. her bearing!
Oh that you had seen her!
But the sorrow was deep in her eyes,
In the softness of her voice,
The finality of her hands
To embrace each one.
Then swiftly gathering her shawl
About her head she went …. out,
Out …
To meet her Son.
And we were left, bewildered,
Broken.
We could hear them coming,
Such noise,
Jeering, shouting,
You know what these mobs are like.
While she stood
In the middle of the road, alone,
Waiting!
Three crosses!
And so he came to his Mother,
Eyes, raised from the ground,
For her.
Steadily approaching.
The said he had already fallen twice
And they brought a man to help him.
He could have left them all
And run
To their meeting!
Oh that you had seen them! ….
The soldiers tried …. tried, to move them on.
While they stayed,
And looked,
And knew,
And parted.
She came to us at last.
He walked on,
Alone.
SPB.
Winchester Cathedral.
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