What did you see?
Peering into the darkness, what did you see through the valley of shadow?
What did you see, blinking through the blood-like sweat stinging your eyes?
When they came in the night and led you bound beyond the point of no return, what captured your attention?
What did you see through the taunting and torture?
Through the hating and cursing and lashing and spitting, what held your gaze?
With each bone-jarring thud of nail through flesh into wood, what struck your sight?
And when all were against and all turned away and all had forsaken, even your father, what did you perceive?
When you cried and gasped and breathed your last, what did you see?
Was it me?
Was it all of us?
Was it what could be, what should be, what always should have been?
What did you see?