X11     Jesus Dies

The Cross becomes a pulpit
now - "Forgive them, Father . .
You will be with Me in Paradise
There is your mother . . . .
There . . . . Your son . . . .
 I thirst . . . .
It is complete"

To speak I have to raise myself
by pressing on My wrists and feet,
and every move engulfs me in new waves of agony.

And then, when I have borne enough,
have emptied my humanity,
I let My mortal life depart.

My Jesus, God, what can I say or do?

I offer you my death
with all its pains, accepting now
the time and kind of death in store for me.
Not by a single instant
would I lengthen my life's span.

I offer you my death for my own sins
and for those of all humanity.

My God! My God! Forsake us not.
We know not what we do.