<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419945" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At the Foot of the Cross</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the foot of the Cross stood the Magdalene<br>with Mary, his mother, and John.<br>Jesus was now in extremis-<br> the curious people had gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mark of the whips were upon him, <br>an ugly bruise under his eye.<br>Blood filtered down from the crown made of thorns.<br>dripping down from his face to one thigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mary watched as her eldest was dying.<br>Bore her pain with incredible calm.<br>She wished that, his agony over, <br>She’d hold him once more in her arms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With breath that was labored and shallow<br>He spoke with his life nearly gone<br>He commended young John to his mother<br>And commended his mother to John</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He looked at the Magdalene sadly<br>With a love that’s ineffably rare.<br>Then with loud voice he cried out to Heaven<br>A fool might think this was despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joseph of Arimethea<br> came with a ladder near dusk<br>With the help of the Priest, Nicodemus<br>He took the crucified Son from his Cross.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mary was silently weeping<br>at the body of Christ in her arms.<br>She looked at the King Pilate murdered.<br>Whom the people had greeted with Palms</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419945" data-title="At the Foot of the Cross de John F. McCullagh" data-description="At the foot of the Cross stood the Magdalene with Mary, his mother, and John. Jesus was now in extremis- the curious people had gone. The mark of the whips were upon him, an ugly bruise under his eye. Blood filtered down from the crown made of ..."></div> </div> </div>

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