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WERE YOU OUT THERE? ©

Josette Marie Louise Lager
California, USA
2005

Via Dela Rosa the pathway
that led to the outskirts
of the city.
To a place of cruelty
with no compassion no pity.
The place of the skull Golgotha
just outside of the city.

An ancient place with an ancient face.
An incinerator had been burning
that day and a foul stench rose up
and hung in the air like a vice
as roman soldiers parted His vestures
with a roll of the dice.

Yes a foul stench rose up
and hung in the air like death
it probably smelled much like Satan's
presence and Satan's breath.

Yes! I know of a place just outside of the city
a place of no compassion no pity.
Tell me something, were you out there
the day they crucified my Lord?


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