as once was so
for danté
and virgil whence
they trespassed so
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in the Inferno
’twas that was as
it was
for My Son, too
in his harrowing
of it . . .
on that Holy Saturday
when at
mid-tierce,
about 7:30
in the mourning,
mine, I
pondered, too
why, oh why
My God
hast thou forsaken
me, too?
but in no time I
would know not
to be
miss-taken,
for My Son
had only
descended therein
long enough
to forgive those
who trespassed
against Him