Stations
One sits beside Him
And He knows He sits alone.
That one will kiss Him
Then be on his way.
A true friend longs to be there
Should something happen
On a night,
Where no joy lingers
In a windy desert that
Howls its danger,
Past the praying
Though most are sleeping
A true friend stays there
When flesh is scourged
When thorns become crown
When nails pierce flesh
The friend comforts Him
When he is mocked-
And is there at His feet
As death happens.
Michele Marie
