The Final Hour

i heard
the banal cry
of a fallen angel
as he rose slowly
upon the cross
in the blank darkness
it was finished

a second angel
ascended on high
weeping in anguish
and gently kissing
the wounds
that had saved humanity

the soldiers
His detractors
falling heavily
upon their knees
His executioners
the unbelieving horde
shook in abject terror

His mother
and two disciples
beneath His feet
He said woman
do not weep for Me
but behold
I shall make all things new

then from above
the angelic symphony
they knew
the passion, the horror
and the sweet annihilation
so with it the purchase
of total salvation

He raised His head
upon the heavens
upon the crown of thorns
and once again
He cried in a loud voice
Father it is finished