Our hands bound,
coarse rope
biting into skin.
I tremble with
fear at
what comes next.
But I wait for
what comes
after that.

Whatever they
do to me
here
can’t touch me
there.
My God
conquers all.

I am last.
I saw it.
My friends
lie crumpled
on the ground,
fallen,
lifeless.
Souls
long departed.
Soon
I will
be with
them.
And my Father.
He has prepared
a Place for me.

I am pushed
to kneel,
my eyes toward
the ground.
My neck
is bared.
I hear
evil chuckles
in the shadows.

‘O God,
if I have
done all
that You
have put
me on
this Earth
to do,
let me
be finished.
Take me.’

The sword
strikes
precisely.

‘Good work,
my good
and faithful
Servant.’