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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/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">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!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Padraic+Colum">Padraic Colum</a><div class=q>
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HERE Pilate's Court is:
None may clatter nor call
Where the Wolf giving suck
To the Twins glares on all
'Strip Him and scourge Him
Till flesh shows the blood,
And afterwards nail Him
On cross of wood.'
O Lord
Silence in us the condemning word!

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