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[after Luke 23:49]

Death's moment came.  He sagged upon the cross:

beaten to mutilation; his limbs wrenched;

all senses ceased; that comforting voice quenched.

But ended, too, his agony and pain.

Time spent with Him, once, was a joyous gain.

But now, having witnessed His suffering,

all happiness counts only as sad loss.

Having come here with Him from Galilee,

we mourn---clinging to our own company.

A brash, young scholar, who had watched nearby

(and spoke his pride to be a Pharisee)

shouted, "Deceivers cannot fool Death's sting.

"Nor can another either:  flesh must die."

We knew that---as he did; ---as hopelessly.

Starward