Finally, one arrives at the place
of the skull because there is nowhere
else to go. And there before the face
of bone one pauses in despair.
The culmination of all evil
is displayed before one’s eyes.
Man’s heart conspired with the devil
and cared little for disguise.
Yet if, at the sight of the Cross,
a light is struck on the rough of the brain
and the mind conceives all bar this is vain,
there comes a voice that reassures: Thus
is the seed of tenderness sown
in the cleft of the heart of stone.
“Golgotha” © Andrew Lansdown