The strangest dream

I've had the strangest dream. We look behind us and see the city, we look around us and see 2 wooden crosses, we look at each other with tear stained cheeks. On the top of Golgotha we stand. Hand in hand.

Have we travelled far enough to allow our tears to fall? Have we shed the crosses meant to bear?

I've had the strangest dream. On top of Golgotha we kneel and seek forgiveness. Hand in hand. Tear for tear. A choir of Seraphim singing songs of light.

Have we travelled far enough to allow our tears to fall? Has the light been shined on all the places where darkness looms?

I've had the strangest dream. Two branches from the trees of olives handed to us. An aid to walking on this path forward.

Here I stand on top Golgotha and see the city before me and the cross beside me. The Angel choir singing of light. The walking stick in my hand. The tears below my cheeks. A hand is stretched out, waiting for its counterpart to take.

We have travelled far enough to allow our tears to fall.