I, and my species, made by His command,
provide the many trees throughout this land.
Yet, why oh why---why?---have I been selected
to lift His Body's weight, inflicting pain
upon His, and, at last, that ghastly death.
Why was I chosen to take His last breath
from Him, and bear His precious Blood's pure stain?
But let be as the Maker has directed.
For He has promised a great transformation:
no more to be a tool of death and shame;
brought by Him to spiritual exultation
that anyone believing can obtain
in the fellowship of the mysteryi,
and its cosmic spirituality.
Starward