Simon Krapper whimpered from his cross. He was still alive. Eyes bleary from pain, from tears, from the sun, blinked and did not see. He was beyond that. Sweat rolled off his body but still he shivered.

Willum pressed a damp sponge to the crucified man's…

The grass is soft, tenderly kissing my feet

The air is sweet, warmly caressing my arms

Birds laugh and sing of bliss

Here I am, on my own

The sky is a brilliant blue and crystal clear

Rolling hills of multicolors stretch all around

Miles and miles pass b…