Response to "Good Friday"

The clouds were thin and quavering
as they walked along the grove.
These clustered men strode slowly,
but slower still one lagged.
His face was tucked in shadows
and his eyes pinned towards the ground.
Though not alone, he feared
the isolation.

The other men crouched down
as they sighed with muffled yawns.
The day'd been long and tiring
and their night held soothed relief.
But lower still one sunk
'til his hands grasped at the earth.
They tremored as he dragged them
to his hollowed face
and cried.

The other men were gone,
as now they dreampt of kings and crowns.
They felt no pain -- no fear
and they heard no desperate tears.
But one called/cried "MY GOD!
I beg to be released.
Is there another way?
Why must I be alone?

One dreaming chuckle rumbled,
unconsciously it cut.
"Can't you just be with me,
and stay a little while?"
But they cannot see the agony,
for their eyes are filled with sleep.
So the man weeps,
for the blind he's sent to save.
alone.