No going back: I say no going back. I'm I'm my self neither coward nor a reckless fool. Or ?

His voice hoarse;
And his gaze harsh,
He heard the woe of fire-balls in the 
Heavens - heavens - heavens.
His soul in the grasp of grim destiny
And he faced fate and power without
Bounds.

And his voice wound,
His voice and heart a wound,
'Pray', said a friend, before the Cross:
Only one knows pain's mystery,
The mad moment - only God.

And in that place,
Unflinching in that place:
His hands folded together before,
Before what ?
He prayed,
And then brave-hearted he stood up.
For what ?