I heard the stagnant silence
Heard the cricket screech
Heard the village dogs bark
Heard the first cock’s speech
Heard the muezzin's morning call
Heard the early birds sing
And the soft steps of the morning!
I dragged my cross rugged bare
Through the dark lonely Calvary night
Not a Simon, my burden to share
Not a prayer for me in sight
Eager and willing to live
But heartless whips and pain
Until death comes will remain!
Xavier Bage
Tues, April 04, 2017
5:25 AM
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