Stones
set in
concrete
urging my soft pink soles against their pebbled surface
Pink-marble tower
fine
unenterable
rising up from the mountain's peak
Trees
laden
heavy with oranges
Steady aging oaks
planted by immortal hands
plants
exotic
unimaginably beautiful
reflected
doubly
in still water
pure pine groves
squirrels unafraid
for for the first time
tangeable
I
without shoes
such a still place
Jesus has been betrayed
I can smell blooming orange groves
I am filled with the smell so sweet
on the day I am to remember
thorns piercing ancient young flesh
blood drying
pain
pure death
for me
today
ultimate mercy