THAT WHICH WAS TETHERED

Tethered

Do I have to make it known 

That I have suffered?

Wearing it

Like some sixth sorrowful

Mystery

While lover’s lives like cloaks

Caress the stony ground

On which He treads

To cries of exultation

And that which was tethered

In me taut and tense

Is being untied unravelled

And undone

Because He needs to take it

On the downward slope

To hell beyond the Passion

In resolute resign and rising

To a New Jerusalem

(Image 'Tethered' from Silences Of Stone http://silencesofstone.wordpress.com/2012/03/29/pure-gospel/)