Good Friday
For innumerable troubles have crowded upon me;
my sins have overtaken me, and I cannot see;
they are more in number than the hairs of my head,
and my heart fails me.
Psalm 40:13
the path leads to a garden
and a betrayal
to the architecture of power
and frail human justice
through the streets of taunts
and the persistent presence of certain women
and finally empties out
at the foot of the cross
where I am bereft
