GOLGOTHA
On the Golgotha of mine inmost being
There stands a crucifix,
And in the deepest recess of my being
In perpetuity Good Friday reigns.
And always in the stillness of the night,
The endless night within mine inmost being,
I hear the moaning and the supplications
Of him that’s crucified within my being.
I see the wounds of side and hands and feet,