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When Christ climbed up on Golgotha

the rivers ran darkly with the blood of the butchered

and churned down their old paths

into the sea with a heaving sickening fall.

When Christ climbed up on Golgotha

the savage wind attacked the earth's great belly

tearing at her tender flesh and carrying off her limbs

with a triumphant screeching call.

When Christ climbed up on Golgotha

the sky thickened with the smoke of flaming stones

which rained down in torrents

and left a blackening hideous pall.

But when Christ emerged from his chrysalis

the rivers flowed clearly

with water from a virgin spring,

the zephyrs bore a sweet scent

of new leaves and blossoms from an unknown grove,

the sky grew luminous with a light

no one had ever seen before,

and in that blessed moment

every sacred thing

turned trembling toward the Radiance

and spread open

with the joy of Heavenly Grace.

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