The last few steps

I am facing the cross.

behind me is the shuffling

of a brutally tortured man,

he is making his way,

step by agonising step

towards his agonising death.

this is more than any man can take.

This is the sentence that mankind demands

of love that refuses to take sides.

where are his friends,

his followers,

the rag tag army of those

who expected anything other

than this gruesome scene.

There are only minutes left

before a Roman will seize the limbs

of this abandoned and rejected soul

and the terror of cracking bones

will announce to all

that grace has come

to pronounce forgiveness

where there simply should be none.

Not long now.

Eternity waits.

Could this love

and this grace

extend this far?

How could heaven possibly hold It's hand?