so far from Golgotha
i have come,
brushing dust from my eyes
bathing in sickly streams
to get rid of the stench.
(though the blood,
nothing rids me of that spot)
sometimes the sun sears my skin.
other times the rain admonishes it.
but regardless of the weather,
the time, and the distance,
when the wind blows in from Calvary,
i can still smell Lily.