~ A Good Friday Hill ~

On and on we climb Kolindasan Hill

On Good Friday morn when the world is still.

A long file of faithful,  young and old from

 Sunsuron Village , all agog, we  hum

Hymns on  the  way  and at each cross we  stop

To kneel and pray until  we reach the top.

We walk  Christ’s journey up Calvary Hill,

think of His torture to strengthen our will.

On reaching the eighth  cross, fresh is the air.

Below lies the village, serene and clear.

The distant hills and  trees  of bluish hue

spread out where  eyes can reach. It’s a  great view.

On and on we climb Kolindasan Hill,

our steps slower as we step  on the dill.

Yet compared to Christ’s journeys, ours’   enthrall.

Compared to His great heart, ours are  small.

We wish to carry His  cross  and then climb

 our  Calvalry Hill, a  moment sublime.

On and on we climb Kolindasan Hill

and  reach the top with Christ. We wait  until

He's  crucified and die  between two thieves,

His blood-stained form , we lay down on the leaves.

When passion’s  over, we walk down the hill

On Good Friday morn, when the world is still.

Agatha Lai ( Good Friday 2004 )

Kolindasan Hill is in Sunsuron Village in Tambunan