Thursday 1 November 2012

En Ego


The child’s hand
Cane-scarred
Blood blistered body
Violated

No mother’s kiss
To console

A father’s feeble
Silence

Behold O  kind
And most sweet Jesus!
I cast myself
Upon my knees

Contemplating
The five most precious
Wounds

I want no illusion
No false angel’s
Ministry

If this is You
Your Cross luminous
Before my eyes

Your heart split
Open

Then take my wounds
Into yours
Not only

To heal
But to liberate
In justice

The one who has knelt
All these years

Bearing the guilt
The repentence
Of another

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