Moment

 Blessed the moment that the Lord, standing waiting for condemnation to be pronounced, embraces you from within, and takes you to where He was scourged, and to where He was nailed to the cross, to invite you to participate in Him.

He makes known that it is Him, and how you are to participate, and the pain begins when you say "amen", and you are laid out, immobilized with pain.

Each blood-drenched moment tears you open, significantly intense and penetrating, pain from all sides.

Physical pain is difficult, and spiritual pain is worse. You have no energy to writhe or cry out, but your mind seeks to quiet the emotions and still your thoughts to reach out to the Savior nearby, for the moment of the revelation of His love. No matter how keen the mind, the cross is more intense lest its burden should diminish. Only love is stronger, and there is safety in clinging to it until you can give it away too, and the souls staggering under the weight of the cross can fall and rest, while you take up pain enough for both. 

We do not see Him more clearly because of the withering of the world in the distance of the Lord. Only He has succeeded in reigning in triumph in a corrupted world, and He shines brightly enough to console all men. In the shining is the peace and the rest, and the Lord.