Golgotha.
You are the living stones in the story.
Is this too a place of broken dream and shattered hope in which I find myself.
Stark high walls, implanted in the heart of former beauty.
Looking skyward I catch an unexpected glimpse of yesterday
Was that not too a place of beating heart and smiling face.
But had we not been in another sacred place of non recognition
that transcended the small minded space of our understanding.
‘Rabbuni' she said; a herald of human bonding
But oh so much more, a heaven sent dawn of new horizon.
May my encounters become a place of resurrection.
Encouraged to face, and not to run from uncertainty.
