The fair Jerusalem, only hidden from us by the shadows.

So easy to return to.

Its soft lights shining through the trees, beckoning to us; its mingled voices stealing to us through the silence, whispering to us of its well-remembered ways, its pleasant places, its open doorways, friends and loved ones waiting for us.

And above, the rock-strewn Calvary: and crowning its summit, clear against the starlit sky, the cold, dark cross.

"Not perhaps to us the bleeding hands and feet, but to all the bitter tears.