The world has pity for a wounded body drooping from crossed timbers -- for that is the way of the world, to consider only the mangling that is physical.
Doubtless my Lord was glad that the earthly encasement was ending now in victory. He was free at last to go and come upon more trenchant business.
It is an annoying thing to be a human.
Its luxuries are so tawdry, its ectasies are compounded of such specious necromancies.
My Lord was ready for the Vaster Mission!
My Lord was a God!.
He sat on a hill overlooking the city and said, "Jerusalem, it goes well with thee. I am happy in thy commonness. Thou art living thy life and thy day hath been goodly. Thou hast known the sweat of toil. Thou hast bargained and made profit. What doth it matter that mankind preferreth the shekel to the sermon? Thou hast used thy Consciousness. Experience hath come to thee. Tomorrow in the years thou shalt rise unto beatitudes. Mayhap I shall come again and find thee chanting orisons.
So take thy sleep, Jerusalem. Leave Me to My ponderings, I sit here in the Night and plan mansions for thy populace. Yet when it beholdeth them, it shall not know who built them. Their grace shall be My recompense, thy joy Mine exaltation!"
Thus my Lord would have said because he was a Man!
And night would have mantled Him....
[by William Dudley Pelley, 1958]