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
No comments:
Post a Comment