No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one autumnal face.

John Donne

A brother and a son on the edge of a cliff
Walking and talking, they look out to sea
Me? I shout and I shout, but they don’t hear me.
They’re fading, they’re falling, off the cliff side
The sky is as huge, and the sea is as wide
As the moving of moon, as the rising of tide.
This Calvary moment, when Satan speaks well
On how to adjust things and make a heaven of hell,
If only I’ll sell him the right to the light. Darkness
Arrives in the middle of day: dripping with blood
That won’t go away. The shadow is mighty, still
Darkness holds sway. The man on the cross takes
Aeons to die. Listen to his son’s last despairing cry:
“My God, my God, why hast thou passed me by?”