Friday, April 10, 2009

Good Friday

There He hangs—pale figure

pinned against the wood.

God grant that I could love Him

as I really know I should.


I draw a little closer

to share that Love divine

and almost hear Him whisper

“Ah, foolish child of Mine!


If I should now embrace you,

My hands would stain you red.

And if I leaned to whisper,

the Thorns would pierce your head."


Then I knew in silence

that love demands a price

‘Twas then I learned that suffering

is but the Kiss of Christ.

(“Poem to Christ Crucified” by Caryll Houselander)

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