where I was...

How dark and cold the shadows fall
when eyes are closed in weariness
that has not sought its rest
in piercéd hands.
The path long lost in twists
and turns to thorny branch
of feeble strength
all of my own.
Each stitch, each step
unravels in a chaos
strung throughout the pattern
of endless sleepless nites.
Skin and bones
a hollow image
bears upon cracked lips the name
of One who brings the sun.
Forgotten - yet he holds the key
and sways the balance
mixed vinegar with words
"It is finished."