Far off, the sun sets before downcast eyes, sunken in depravity-
traces of the purest love fade into blues of nimbus fears.
Alight-the Son fell, rose again to
ransom this heart-
Beloved, for you I have sorrowed
salted water never as sweet as
grief planted with one seed-
these seasons apart.
My presence is in between doubting
Inhale the distrust,
pledging an allegiance
within whispers mimicking untamed
I have given freely,
the noose around saddened necks
forever lifted in My final cry:
Father, it is finished.