Third Word

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                                  Woman - To be made by miracle. Miraculously created

                                                                             

                                        γυνή:gyne

Before 9am, he'd been crowned with long thorns. Branches for fires, plaited then pressed, letting blood that marred his sight. Mocking and striking his face, soldiers drove the stick - striking his head - impaling thorns into His scalp.Yet, still he blinks... to focus his sight.

A cry so faint, but familiar at once, Weeping, she kneels by the foot of his cross. Once, in her arms she held him so dear, the babe gently watched her sing lullabyes. He responds like he did, that day he was born, at the sound of her voice, so tender and soft. Christ seeks to stare at the small huddled form, through crimson red tears. Behold, she's alone. His brothers are gone. Perceives if they're gone, she is truly alone.

He is able to see not one, but two who remain. Dear John, his good friend is praying for strength. Jesus knows what must be done.

"Woman, here is your son," and to John, "Here is your mother."