And the centurion who stood by said:
Truly this was a son of God.
Not long ago but everywhere I go
There is a hill and a black windy sky.
Portent of hill, sky, day’s eclipse I know;
Hill, sky, the shuddering darkness, these am I.
The dying at His right hand, at His left,
I am – the thief redeemed and the lost thief;
I am the careless folk; I those bereft,
The Well-Belov’d, the women bowed in grief.
The gathering Presence that in terror cried,
In earth’s shock in the Temple’s veil rent through,
I; and a watcher, ignorant, curious-eyed,
I the centurion who heard and knew.’
The Crucifixion
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