Echoes of Love and Sacrifice

<<At the foot of this cursed tree, the weight of Heaven falls on

me. I hold the hands that shaped the stars, now pierced,

now torn, now scarred. The ground beneath me shakes and groans .

The heavens thin down, its silence whispers through the air .

A voice that tells me He is here even now.

My son. My son. My son. My Mother!

Ah! I am still here! Through the shadow! Ah!

Through the spear! My Mother! Here. I am.