I go to the hill of the skulls
Not unlike everyman
I go on fully aware
Accompanied alone
Mal de vivre, the ironic joy
How long the journey? I do not know
Make haste! Salvation is at hand
I go to the hill of the skulls
In no man can I confide
The Cyrene I see not
Who can shelter me?
Their pity a hinderance
I go to the hill of the skulls
Over the treacherous path, no one can carry me
Oh that others shall follow
The suffering feels so good and the tears so sweet
I go to the hill of the skulls
Resplendent with joy as so many before
The first to go lit the path with darkness
In darkness we follow
In darkness we find light
I go to the hill of the skulls
Scott Francis Davis, O.P.
September 17, 2019