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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476357" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Verses For Alfeo Faggi's Stations Of The Cross</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476357" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I<br>HERE Pilate's Court is:<br>None may clatter nor call<br>Where the Wolf giving suck<br>To the Twins glares on all<br>'Strip Him and scourge Him<br>Till flesh shows the blood,<br>And afterwards nail Him<br>On cross of wood.'<br>O Lord<br>Silence in us the condemning word!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476357" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">II<br>Heaven witnesseth, but only in the heart<br>Is any aid:<br>'They know not what they do,' and then on Him<br>The Cross is laid<br>The Cross that's wide and long enough to bear<br>His flesh and bone:<br>A spectacle unto the crowded way,<br>The Man goes on.<br>The Father's will<br>May we know also, and may we fulfil!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476357" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">III<br>Beneath the load<br>The knees quail;<br>The heart pants,<br>The joints fail;<br>Almost the bones break;<br>He faints, his breath being loss;<br>He sinks beneath the Cross!<br>May we<br>Be mindful of this road to Calvary!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476357" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">IV<br>Jesus His Mother meets:<br>She looks on Him and sees<br>The Saviour in Her Son:<br>The Angel's word comes back:<br>Within her heart she says,<br>'Unto me let this be done!'<br>Still is she full of grace.<br>By us, too, be it won<br>The grace that brings us revelation!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476357" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">V<br>'If He should die upon the road<br>That were a turn of ill:<br>'Tis fixed the Crucifixion be<br>Upon that skull-shaped hill.<br>Ho, man who looks with pity on<br>The Man we take to death<br>Bear you the Cross I order it<br>Until He wins back breath.'<br>We take<br>Our hearts being moved, the Cross up for Thy sake!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476357" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">VI<br>Down to her face His face He bends:<br>The helper she, the heartner:<br>His image in her cloth He leaves;<br>He leaves it, too, to all like her<br>Who serve within a little room,<br>But run to help outside the door,<br>Who mend and brighten needed things:<br>He leaves it to good hearts, the Poor!<br>May we, too, wait,<br>Like her, and help, and be compassionate!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476357" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">VII<br>The Spirit is willing aye,<br>But weak the flesh put on;<br>Deadly the Cross's weight;<br>He stumbles on a stone,<br>And lies upon the road,<br>Seeing His Body's blood.<br>May we<br>Forget not in these times that agony!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476357" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">VIII<br>Heavy the Cross is:<br>He drags beneath its beam,<br>Yet, Women of Jerusalem,<br>Weep not for Him:<br>Weep for your children, rather,<br>For that they cannot see<br>The true Son of David,<br>The Saviour, shown ye.<br>O Lord,<br>Also to us say the revealing word!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476357" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">IX<br>The skull-shaped hill is near:<br>The earth and heaven are bare<br>Of light, and sight, and sound;<br>He falls upon the ground,<br>Knowing that journey's end<br>Without one to befriend.<br>O Lord<br>Bring us to Life according to Thy word!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476357" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">X<br>'Wouldst have me share this cloth,<br>Dividing it with sword?<br>Nay, fellow, we will keep it whole,<br>But hearken to my word:<br>Behind the Cross the dice<br>We'll throw; who wins will get<br>What's high enough in price<br>To pay a tavern debt.'<br>The vesture that makes one with Thee our soul,<br>May we keep whole!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476357" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XI<br>'This thong, I know, will last;<br>Draw out the arm and make it fast;<br>Through hand and board with strength<br>Drive the nail of mickle length.<br>Now, King of the Jews, in the sun,<br>Gape, for our work is done.'<br>God send<br>That our labours have no evil end!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476357" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XII<br>The birds are flying home,<br>Now darkened is the sky,<br>And He hath given up<br>With that great bitter cry<br>The ghost, and on the Cross<br>(His Mother stays by it),<br>The title rightly His,<br>KING is writ.<br>May we draw near<br>Considering in our hearts what Man is here!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476357" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XIII<br>Though pitiful it is to see<br>The wounds, the broken Body,<br>(The Body of Him that was<br>As fair as lily of the grass!)<br>Though the brow with thorns is riven,<br>And a spear through the side is driven,<br>It was all for our healing done,<br>Mother, by thy Son!<br>May we<br>This Body in its glory come to see!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476357" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XIV<br>Now in the tomb is laid<br>Who had neither house nor hall,<br>Who in the wide world walked,<br>And talked with one and all;<br>Who told the sparrow's worth,<br>The lily's praises said,<br>Who kept wakeful in the garden<br>Now in the tomb is laid.<br>His Spirit still doth move<br>On a new way of love!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=476357" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">L'ENVOI<br>Prince, by thine own darkened hour,<br>Live within me, heart and brain;<br>Let my hands not slip the rein!<br>Ah, how long ago the hour<br>Since a comrade rode with me:<br>Now, a moment, let me see<br>Thyself, lonely in the dark,<br>Perfect, without wound nor mark!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Padraic+Colum">Padraic Colum</a></strong></div>