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Hosanna, 2: The Apostle's House
At last, His Blessed Mother is now sleeping---
a brief respite from quiet, heartpierced weeping;
and you, John: take some cool air on the roof.
The night is cloudless: stars seem less aloof,
as if drawn by shared sorrow's sad behest..
(The skeptic disbelieves this, lacking proof.)
The darkened city takes its Sabbath rest,
and relatively few people have guessed
the meaning of the sad events today
(the Temple's torn veil was explained away,
by dusk). Notice, John, what you never saw
before---in the horizon's distance---Skull
Place, now illuminated as if torchlights
burned there. And look, even the empty uprights
can be discerned---especially that one
on which had died the Blessed Virgin's Son.
