The Twelfth Station

Darkness descends

and it seems as though

death has spoken in her finality.

 

You died.

Hung there between two thieves,

but all alone.

 

God in flesh, alone.

God in flesh forsaken.

God in flesh dead.

 

But with your final breath, you commended your spirit to the Father.

 

We adore you, O Christ, and we bless you.
Because by your holy cross you have redeemed the world.