thought(s) for the day

I think about the torture he endured. I think about that cross and what it really means. I think about the selflessness of those last breaths. I think about the betrayal and the rooster crowing. I think about the curtain ripping. I think about the fear. The uncertainty. The purity. The forgiveness. The compassion. The blind faith. The one million things I don't, yet want, to know about this man. And what it really all comes down to. All of this takes my breath away. And breaks my heart into a thousand pieces.