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At Cyrene, 2
When we had reached the knoll, He could not speak,
so injured was He. But I did not seek
His thanks, nor Rome's. Simply to get away,
I hoped, and salvage some part of that day.
I did not understand, then, the event;
or what, to worldly sin and mine, it meant;
or how that man, by dying, salvaged me
not just that day, but for Eternity.
Starward
[jlc]
So true. Jesus was such an inspirational figure, and he inspires me in every clause of my writing. What a holy, true, and incredible poem. It captures the soul quite amazingly.