which grasp the nails
which hold them
to the Cross,
lay peace and mercy
outpoured
on a strayed flock.
That bitter Wood,
now turned sweet,
holds the God-Man,
the Christ,
on its arms.
And on a plaque
the sentence reads,
"Jesus of Nazareth,
Jewish King!"
Priest and Rabbi,
Soldier and thief,
mock the one
whom once they did
marvel.
But in a spirit of charity,
the God-Man did
forgive them.
A Sword of Sorrow,
pierced the Mother's Heart,
as Blood on Blood
did pour,
But at Her Son's
dying Feet,
She does not object,
for She knows
the Flesh She bore
three and thirty years ago
shall arise
in three days.
C.D.S. 16 Aug 2010
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