Prologue
Our adoration is dressed with thanks.
Even on this final road,
Burdened by the cross,
He waits.
Each station is a gift for contemplation:
A moment to realise
We need no longer fear;
There is no place for dread.
He waits for us and, in his grace,
Lifts these stations far above the temporal.
God cannot be constrained by Time.
What once was, must always run concurrently.
Thus we may trespass briefly on eternity
by bending our perspective to this journey
he is forever taking:
an endless iteration of redemption.