Crucifixion

A choir of angels glorified the hour,

The vault of heaven was dissolved in fire.

“Father, why hast Thou forsaken me?

Mother, I beg you, do not weep for me . . .”

by Ana Akmatova

For the Baptist

"The last and greatest herald of Heaven's King,
Girt with rough skins, hies to the deserts wild,
Among that savage brood the woods forth bring,
Which he than man more hamless found and mild:..."

William Drummond of Hawthornden