Good Friday poem

This is a link to the poem by Keith Wallis, read by Louis Kasatkin of Destiny Church Wakefield, that was used in the Good Friday service.
on this hill

this is the text:

On this hill

(Contemplation)

In darkest daylight

with all sin revealed

the host is lifted high.

There is no melancholy melody to this sacrifice,

no quietude of choir-filled gentility

to align thought and soul.

This altar of absorbing pain

staggers the senses, grips the mind.

This is a solitary place.

A hermitage,

crowded with broken hearts

and wounded spirits,

oblivious of their fellows.

Let sense be dulled;

for here the sting of death

awaits those who turn their face

for easier vistas.

This unquiet beauty of wracked passion

steals the splendour of simpler creations

and scourges art and word and song.

Tears are the sea

from which this mast arises,

this lighthouse which signifies

wrecking rocks and vicious tides.

The storm which ravages here

breaches time and place,

pulsing of life and void of death.

A lightning flash shears the curtain,

the thunderous roar

a fanfare to sanctity.

On this hill eternity is on trial;

a single soul it’s witness,

the jury a world of closed eyes.

A timbered, suffering sacrifice

sees my small pain

and weeps.....

.......for me.