Today I give you one of my favorite poems, from one of my favorite poets. I wish you all a day of deep reflection on this, Good Friday, and a joyous day of fellowship and blessing come Sunday. He is risen, indeed!
Beneath Thy Cross
Am I a stone, and not a sheep,
That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy cross,
To number drop by drop Thy Blood's slow loss,
And yet not weep?
Not so those women loved
Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee;
Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly;
Not so the thief was moved;
Not so the Sun and Moon
Which hid their faces in a starless sky,
A horror of great darkness at broad noon --
I, only I.
Yet give not o'er,
But seek Thy sheep, true Shepherd of the flock;
Greater than Moses, turn and look once more
And smite a rock.
- Christina Rossetti
The pellet with the poison's in the flagon with the dragon. The vessel with the pestle has the brew that is true.
1 comment:
Hiya, Bill! Glad you enjoyed that one. Let's see...mostly I encounter these things randomly, but I do have a decent little volume called "Invisible Light: Poems About God," from which I'll post another few selections that you might like. The price of that book new on Amazon seems a bit steep, but I recommend getting a used one, if you can find one. I find I always end up dog-earing my favorite pages in poetry books anyway....
I enjoy your blog, by the way. Your son's little ears are the cutest things ever!
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