will I follow Him even there,
will I walk inside His footsteps,
out of fresh and sunlit air?
He suffered, yes, and suffers
though no longer on the tree,
whose standing from the grave
gave God glory freeing me.
Do I go down as He descends,
delve deep my brother’s grave
to hold him close and cradle him,
help Him one soul to save?
The nether regions of the dead,
not painted myths and lore,
are open if I only dare
to go through Him the Door.
— Romanós
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