NUN'S GOLGOTHA.

A NUN AND HER ROAD TO HER GOLGOTHA.

Your road to Golgotha
This cloister garth; the
Chill in the cloister in

Winter time bites at the
Flesh and bone, hammers
In the frosty nails until

Numbness aches, until the
Feet tread wearily beside
The Crucified you believe

Is there, treading along
Side, silently measuring,
Gauging the soul’s step,

Your claim of love. There
Is no consolation to the
Love, no false promises

Or earthly flowers or gifts,
Just the will to love, the
Will and grace of your

Lover’s love and yours,
So poorly understood,
Yet each step taken, each

Step upon the Golgothian
Road leads you closer each
Tread your feet have trod to

The deep love: the love of God.