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Ninth Station of the Cross by Frederick Charles Shrady, 1907 - 1990.
Breathless, speechless, the way’s to be endured
And suffered in pain; and yet, for us all,
The way to our Golgatha is assured,
Despite another fall, the final fall.
Members of our Sanhedrin we’ll outstare
And summon up the strength to climb the hill,
Relentlessly across the public square,
For knowing the end does not cause the will
To submit, even though an imposter
Are you to those who are afraid and blind.
All are charlatans who seek to foster
Goodness in the earthly city and find
The world is against them. Whom shall I fear
If to the raising up I persevere?
John Dunn.
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