Πάτερ, εἰς χεῖράς σου παρατίθεμαι τὸ πνεῦμά μου
Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit
St Luke xxiii.46
A bedtime prayer, taught to Him by His Mother as she tucked Him in to bed at night after a long day.
As the last of His strength fails, He thinks of His family, remembers his childhood, the comfort of a human embrace of love, of tenderness, of warmth that every human being should have. All He sees is the hatred being spewed forth at Him now, yet all He knows is Love.
And having said His prayers, He falls asleep.
And God dies.
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